Your nine to five job where you get to wake up an hour and a half early, do your workout, and be set is so pathetically easy, I’m disgusted by you. You don’t know the meaning of chaos. You don’t know what it means to land in a city at midnight, need to start set up the next morning at 7:30, and need to leave a half hour after your job is over to catch an airplane in the next city. You never had to split the one and a half hour yoga exercise into two, with forty minutes in the morning before 7:30, and the other slammed into your hour lunch break somewhere before showering and eating. Good for you that you’re up to Day 60 and can keep up with the pull up routine in a way I’m nowhere close to. You don’t know what a hard schedule is. You don’t know how hard it is.
Or maybe you do. Maybe I’m not that different. Maybe we all have it hard in our own separate ways and I’m just making excuses.
Yeah. It’s probably the latter.
Exercise Is Hard 