Not the cleanest week for me nutritionally or athletically. Life conspires against us sometimes, doesn’t it? I want each day to be a home run, and when I strike out, I tend to throw up my hands and abandon the rest of the week. But that’s foolishness.
The key is to fight through, like a running back working for the extra yard at the goalline. Just keep pushing.
Listen to my boy Conor McGregor, maybe the baddest dude alive. He’ll tell you the truth.
Amen. Doubt creeps in for me when my effort or focus drops below the acceptable level. If I’m pushing the pace as I should be, everything else falls into line.
Tomorrow is a new day.