I appreciate that what’s good in life won’t come easy. It simply won’t. Without the obstacles, the trials, the tears, I wouldn’t be who I am today. I’m proud. I’m proud that I decided to stand not fall, to swim not sink, to dream not die. I’m proud I’ve made it this far and that I’m still willing to keep going. I want the good despite the challenges. I want to say that I’ve stared life in the face and won my battles. My fight isn’t over quite yet.
I walked and I walked, my mind shifting into primal gear that was void of anything but forward motion, and I walked until walking became unbearable, until I believed I couldn’t walk even one more step.
And then I ran.
The hardship of the exercises is intended less to strengthen the back than to toughen the mind. The Spartans say that any army may win while it still has its legs under it; the real test comes when all strength is fled and the men must produce victory on will alone.
Steven Pressfield, Gates of Fire: An Epic Novel of the Battle of Thermopylae