These days everyone is worried about something nearly all the time. You may be worried about work, studies, expenses, some illness, your fears, or even what someone said. Worrying is usually an exercise in futility; however, we do it anyway. I'm no different.
How do I cope? I take those constant worries and fears to the gym and beat them up. The gym is my arena, my battleground. In this coliseum, I face my problems head on, one by one or all at once; only my rules apply on this turf. I stare down my spectral foes and shout “Welcome to my world. You will feel the same pain I feel, and only one of us will walk out of here alive. It won't be you, I can promise you that!”
During the last few reps, that last pushup, last crunch, last five minutes on the treadmill, when you feel you're out of gas, summon forth your worries much like an executioner on the gallows. For in here, in this moment, there is only pain, and you wield it as a weapon. Stare at your worries, and give them an evil smile, feed them the pain as you endure the same and watch them die.
I don't care if you're the most anxious person in the world; for these five precious minutes, with adrenaline pumping throughout your body, blood boiling like hot motor oil, and sweat pouring down your face like rain in a thunder storm, you are in control, and you are totally free.
In my gym, my battleground, I am the gladiator.
And...
...I am victorious…
…every single time.
“We never lose our demons, we only learn to live above them.”
- The Ancient One (Dr. Strange)
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