a little motivational fiction?
So on wednesday morning last week my achilles tendon and i were almost at an impass. The pain was great….but i was not going to stop my cardio for anything short of death. So i pushed on……and this is part of what went on in my mind while we struggled through.
"HOW DARE YOU THINK ABOUT QUITING!!! Kyle does not quit you pansy. If there’s one thing you never do, it’s give up. So you suck it up and rock this cardio. You got that???" my alterego said.
"But it really hurts. It could be actually injured. What if it tears and then we can’t train at all?" the other side of me said in a now subdued voice.
"Ha. Remember who you are, wuss. You’re Kyle, you don’t get injured, you don’t fail. There is only ONE thing you do and that’s WIN!! Now if you don’t wanna win then sure, quit…..be a pansy ass and quit because of some pain. You know it’s not in you to do that though. You were born for something great, to rise above. Let nothing stand in your path to victory. Pain or otherwise. Now lets finish this." I responded.
Then the scenery changes. I"m no longer at the gym doing cardio. I can see in the dim light of dawn a hill moist with dew. And upon it knelt a man. As i look around i realize that something happened here. As i get closer i can see that the ground is littered with the signs of battle, and the dew is as much blood as anything. Two opposing armies had met in the night and now one man alone stood as the sole survivor. His back was to me as i slowly started up the hill toward him, carefully making my way through the countless bodies and bloodslicked ground. The killing had been brutal, there had been no mercy. All who stood against the man had been dispatched in an incredibly brutal fashion. Wounds gaped and blood flowed from the still dying bodies. The sheer violence of the scene is enough to make most people gag in horror and shut their eyes, but the man on the hill appears calm, collected, deep in thought and at peace with what he has just done. On one knee he stayed, i moved ever closer through the carnage in the early light. I could see him better now, his armor shrouded in blood, gleaming in the receding moonlight. At his feet lay a huge battle axe covered with the gore of many hundreds of kills. It was by no accident that he had survived. He is clearly a warrior that has no peer. I was very close now, within fifty feet at the most. I could see the rippling muscles of his arms, the only part of him not covered by armor. But he was massive, huge in every sense of the word. Not only did he have no equal in skill he clearly had no equal physically either. As i moved within the last 20 feet to him i saw him tense as he sensed my presence. I stopped, fearful of what would happen now. Then he rose, grasping his axe as he did so. Slowly he turned to me, and i saw….me. The warrior was me, I had killed all those men. That strength i hold within me. I looked into his cold blue eyes and saw what lay within myself, the power to do anything. To achieve whatever i desire…..and to succeed in all things i attempt and above all…..NEVER GIVE UP.
