Yes I’m lazy. Yes I’ll make ten million excuses. Yes I get tired easily. Yes. Yes. Yes. Everyday I get to the gym I think I’m not cut out to be a fighter. But I’m not letting that prevent me from trying. Because the very next day, my mental illness might decide to kick it into third gear.
But this time, I’ll be ready.
All of this, the hours of training, repeating drills, the miles of running and the countless sessions of therapy — all for this one moment. And yet, even in this moment, recovery is a life long journey; not something that’s a quick fix like in a month or a year’s time everything will be back to normal, whatever that means. Recovery is a journey where we know we’ll have our ups and downs and yet we keep fighting.
Because when you are down and out, when you think you’ve got nothing more to push with, all that training, all that practice, all those long hours of hard work — that’s when we rise up and get to live for one more round.
We’ve still got the best round in us. Let’s give it all we’ve got.
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