Motivation is a funny thing. Some days you have it. Some days you don't. I like to think that I usually have it. I'm usually that guy that people can turn to for a spark. For a shout out. For a smile.
Yesterday, I didn't have it. I kept putting my knees down on the plank walk. I had trouble with the stairs (my ankle still struggles with the shock of high impact exercises...)...but then...I arrived at the foam pit.
I hate that thing. I swear at it. I have hate in my heart when an instructor presents it to us. I loathe it, because I struggle with it.
When Rob showed it to us yesterday, I told myself, "if he thinks I'm going through that stupid thing, he can go screw."
Well, I stared at it. The foam pit stared back at me. I kept staring. Then, Rick Bruno, the hard-charging motivator that he is, came over to me, and said, "you're going through this thing whether you like it or not. Because I'm going with you."
After a solid minute of talking me into it, I took that plunge. I jumped in. I struggled, but I traversed the blocks. I climbed over them, I climbed through them. Rick Bruno was with me the whole way.
I have him to thank as my source of motivation. As a disciplined squad leader, a devoted father and husband, and one of the hard-chargin' motivators of DDIP-IVMF, he is the reason I made it through yesterday.
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