life, kids, and brazilian jiu jitsu

Getting my head straight is a life long pursuit. Truly. I followed a link from Mark Twight (twitter) and stumbled on Rob Fusco’s site.

I like this post and the concept that ultimately, we only answer to ourselves.

“It’s not me versus you, it’s me versus me.  You’re just in my way.”

“The only person in your head when you train should be you.  It should make little difference whether you’re surrounded by dozens of people in a well-mirrored, well-lit “fitness club” or you’re completely alone in a small, filthy basement lit by one lightbulb.  These factors are irrelevant.  Your degree of effort should be exactly the same because it’s no one else’s destiny in your hands but yours. Sink or swim, fuckers.  Your days of being mothered and fathered are OVER.  The universe doesn’t give a fuck about anyone.

By my reckoning, the real advancement occurs not on my clipboard in numbers and times, and not in the values displaced on that day, but instead it manifests in the form of a true and honest fight with YOURSELF to reach a little deeper than you did the day before that, and the day before that.  This ongoing effort in earnest changes the look in your eyes.  Swallow the pill.  Examine and judge your so-called peers.  Count how many others quietly carry that driven, determined spinal strength in their eyes.  Count how many take a real inventory of their weaknesses and really do what it takes to shore things up.  You know how many I can count?”

This is just part of Rob’s article.  I cut and pasted according to what caught my eye, not yours, so go to his site if you are interested.

I’m going downstairs to row.

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