Today’s exercise routine included incline pushups (the legs are elevated on a chair while doing push-ups)–it’s a great way to isolate the chest muscles. My goal was to do 25 pushups but when I got to 25 I decided to push and see how many I could do before collapsing on my head. I was surprised that somewhere inside I had another 15 reps. It was interesting because I didn’t think I could do many more but somewhere around pushup #33 there was almost the feeling of a runner’s high kicking in. It was tough, but man-oh-man did it feel exhilarating to complete 40!
How many times in life do I give up and quit before hitting my max? How many times do I give in to what my mind says I can do instead of going all out with maximum effort? I wonder if there’s a point in life where you hit a “runner’s high” with doing hard things–a point where you push through fears, obstacles, and roadblocks and find you can do more than you ever imagined. A point where instead of giving in you push yourself and break through low expectations. A point where you feel that joyful, rejuvenating high. You dig deep and see what you’re really made of knowing that the results will be worth the temporary discomfort.