I was laying in bed last Saturday night when my outdoor security light went off…
The beam blasted through the front window and hit me straight between the eyes.
This happens every once in a while so I didn’t worry about it too much…
Until the security light went off in front of my deck.
This got my attention. I sat there frozen with my eyes wide open thinking about different battle scenarios…
Is this intruder packing heat? I wonder how big he is? What can I use as a weapon.
My brain was riffling through this information, when suddenly, a third light went off in my atrium.
This one really put me on high alert…
Because this lamp sits right on the other side of the wall from where I sleep. This meant the bad guy was no more than a few feet away from me.
So now I’m pissed.
I’m thinking to myself, who is this fool jacking around on my property at 2:36 am in the morning?
So I run to my closet. Grab an iron out of my golf bag. And charge through the door into the atrium.
…and come face to face with a hissing, red eyed raccoon walking along my fence line.
He’d obviously done the entire loop and set off every single security light around my house.
Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep that night. So I woke up Monday morning dog tired and totally unmotivated.
But I knew that if I gave in and spent the whole day screwing around. I’d take a bad situation and make it much worse.
So I pulled one of my favorite tricks out of the bag. A trick I learned back in the day when I was dealing with my own low testosterone nightmare.
For simplicity sake we’ll call this trick “One Foot.” As in just move one foot forward.
Here’s how I used it that day…
After working all morning it was time to exercise. And it just so happens that Monday was a swimming day.
But we we’re breaking some weather records in my neck of the woods…
So it was only 40 something degrees, once you factor in the wind chill factor. And 40 something swimming ain’t a lot of fun.
So I made a “One Foot” decision…
I’ll just drive down to the pool. No pressure. I’ll just go there.
So I arrive and start walking around in my swim suit. And I was freezing my butt off. So I went into the locker room and took a blazing hot shower.
When I couldn’t take the heat anymore, I said to myself… “I’ll just jump into the pool and swim one measly lap.”
So I did, and it actually felt pretty good. Because 78 degrees of H2O feels much better than 40 something degrees of chilled oxygen.
Of course, I had to swim back to the other side. And that actually felt pretty good too.
Needless to say, I got my entire high intensity workout in. And despite the raccoon intrusion and the bad nights sleep, I had a pretty damn good day.
Simply because I took the first step.
P.S. Not exercising or eating right?
Here’s a little incentive for you…