My! Cold! Is! Finally! Gone!
Six days since my last workout — that was last Friday. The cold has finally eased, my body is finally back, and I can train again! These past few days I kept worrying about losing muscle, as if a little of it would vanish for every day I stayed away. But it’s not so much that working out is addictive — it’s that a good attitude toward life is addictive! Once you enter a beautiful state of living, you sink into it completely, and anything that tempts you to stray from it looks utterly dark and absurd in your eyes.
For today’s session I had Fable draw up a full-body reactivation plan just for the occasion — though I still skipped legs, worried that a leg finisher at the end would send my heart rate up higher than I could handle. Tomorrow, the regular program officially resumes!
A cold arrives whenever it pleases, and so do life’s disappointments. A friend you’d been chatting with just fine suddenly seems like a different person. You don’t know what happened to them, and you don’t know whether their view of you has changed. Your messages are either left on read or brushed off with a few perfunctory words. Never attach far-fetched expectations to any person or thing outside yourself, because none of them are within your control. The only things you can control are your attitude toward life and the way you treat people — so place most of your expectations on yourself.
Don’t expect others to reply to your every message, but expect yourself to reply to every one of theirs. Don’t expect others to say thank you when you’ve helped them, but expect yourself to say thank you when they’ve helped you. Don’t expect others to respect your ideas, but expect yourself to respect theirs.
The world treats me in its tattered, broken way, and all the more I insist on greeting everything it brings — the good and the bad — with a whole and perfect heart. I suppose that’s what life is: a positive one.
Beijing
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I set out to write a workout post and it turned into a philosophy post. Probably the cold's doing. When you catch a cold, you can no longer run around chasing butterflies — all you can do is lie down and watch the stars, and think while you watch. And once the thinking is done, you need an outlet to speak it out loud.