36 pull-ups today. Heavy squats. Some solid back work.
It felt great!
And also it got me thinking about all the times it didn’t feel great. Visa stress. Moving countries. Work piling up. Life being life.
I showed up anyway. And the results? They followed what I did not how I felt.
That’s the thing about results. They don’t check in on your emotional state first. They reflect what you do every day.
I got this insight this morning, gearing up for another round of cold outreach I had zero desire to do. It dawned on me:
You don’t have to feel like it to do the reps.
I’ve been showing up at the gym for 25 years. I didn’t feel like it half those times if not more. The results didn’t care.
It’s kind of harsh. But also kind of liberating.
I don’t have to wait for my feelings to cooperate. And my feelings are like Cape Town weather. Several seasons in a single afternoon, depending on which way the wind of luck turns. Not exactly a reliable GPS for getting things done and getting things moving.
I can decide to wake up, show up, do the thing, knowing that results don’t care how I felt on any particular day.
Wake up. Show up. Do the thing.
A month from now I won’t remember how I felt on any given Wednesday. But I’ll know exactly what I did, and what I built because of it.
Over to you, dear reader,
Where are you letting mood decide how many reps you do, and is that working for you?