The admission

Thinking back to my so called "fat days", I think I finally realized the catalyst that allowed me to begin making positive changes.....I woke up from my slumber of denial, and admitted to myself that I was not the person I wished I was. It's a tough pill to swallow, something more difficult than eating right, jogging, lifting weights, etc. I used to live my life avoiding my own reflection, thinking of ways to pose for pictures that made me look slimmer, wearing black because I thought it camoflouged the body that I had neglected for so many years. I didn't want to admit failure just yet....deny, deny.
What is it about failure that is so scary? Is it really all that bad? How awesome would my first muscle up had been if I nailed it on the first try?? Nowhere near as exciting as it was after a solid month of practicing, and failing 100 times easily.

 "It takes a series of failures to really appreciate a success"....want to know who said that? --it was me. For future reference, I don't quote people. I said that to myself after my wrists were screaming from hanging in a false grip each day on the rings........, after I picked myself off the ground after another failed 135lb snatch attempt,........... after I tore my hands trying to get my first kipping pull-up. I said that, over an over . Did I believe it everytime?...No, but looking back on each success, each pr, each completed wod, I can say that the philosophy has been tested and proved many times over. I challenge you today to live without fear of
failure. Understand that it is going to happen, and there is nothing you can do about it. The key is, to change your outlook on what it represents. Failure can lead to great things. Set a goal, and go get it......seek inspiration, big or small, and don't fear the potholes on the road to success. Inspiration for today was thanks to Kid Kudi.