The older I get, the harder it is for me to get out of bed with a spring in my step (if I ever could).
It seems the more I am drawn to comfort and safety and contentment.
The less I want to hit myself for training, let alone “racing”, and the less I feel the need to kill myself for a little benefit at work.
I say no, more.
This needs resisting, and although it feels harder each day to resist, that means it is essential to try harder.
Whether I like it or whether I don’t, the light is dying (hopefully slowly); it is for all of us.
Most important, therefore, to fight against it.
Blog Post Number - 4614