Notice anything?

I did. Back to the old habit, the old excuse. Oh, work's too much. Oh, I don't have time.

I read a couple of articles in the past couple of weeks that were motivators. Mostly, they have to do with being the best, and sacrificing all to get there.

I just want to be great, not the best. I know what I am, I know that I'm not willing to give up my 6 figure salary, give up my $600k house, give up my goal of retiring before I'm too old to enjoy it, and give up my goal of being able to afford what I want, when I want it. I'm not willing to sacrifice time with my wife, or a nice bottle of wine. Balance.

So I'm not going to be the best. But I'm still going to be better. I've forgotten the value of what lifting taught me, I've become complacent. I'm not pushing to get better each time, not just lifting, mind you, everything. I've forgotten how to push everything to the limit - education, traininig, relationships, fun.

The good thing: I know how to get it back.

Can I total Elite? Yes. But only if I actually go fucking train.

So I'm going.