Motivation must come in many forms. It is attached to so many clichés. Keep your eye on the prize. Step up to the plate. The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra. Motivation does not always have to be grandiose. Sure you have ultimate goals and reasons for doing what you do, but the war is won with many battles of varying sizes. Mastery in daily living would be my war and I will need to fight many battles to achieve this. I will lose many but the victories I relish. Tonight was one of those small battles. I have had a mediocre week there’s that word that haunts so many of us. I could make so many excuses that could derail me. During San Shou this week I injured my right large toe. That goes along with my left big toe that has healed just recently after eight weeks and my left hand pinkie finger that healed broken. The best way I can figure to look at is I need to mess up my right hand to balance my body out.

So this has been a rough week I have skipped by with minimal requirements. You would think I would guilt myself into training but tonight it came from somewhere else. Tonight it came from my five year old son. I have tried to involve Oliver in my daily practices for many reasons and it amazes me his growth as young person. Tonight as I sat on the main computer in the home Oliver asked don’t you have some pushups to do? I said but I am using the computer. He thought for a moment and said “well you could put on a Pokémon movie on your computer for me. Then you could do your pushups”. How can I argue with that motivation? So I hammered off my pushups and that felt good. Did my sit-ups and finished with my forms. Toe feels good and I won a small battle. Thank You Oliver.

Brady