Emma and I are dripping sweat. We’ve run sprints and already walked a couple of miles.
We have been out in the heat of the day.
The corner is coming up.
The one Emma said she would part ways with me and head home back when we left the house…she had said, “I’m not doing Drewman, mom. I hate that road.”
We are almost to the road she hates.
It’s just around the bend.
Our muscles are aching. We have red faces from the heat and the sun.
I don’t want to say anything about this being the place she said she was going to not keep going with me.
We get closer and closer.
She doesn’t ask me for the house keys.
She doesn’t say anything.
I wonder if she’s going to turn left when I turn right.
And then we are rounding the bend…
Together we are heading toward the dreaded Drewman Court.
I fist bump her and we keep going.
She walks the road she hates.
She conquers it.
I’m there to see it.
When we began our work out, resistance was strong….
telling her she didn’t need to do the last part of our work out and that Drewman Court was a terrible and miserable place to go.
She went anyway.
She didn’t let resistance win.
Steven Pressfield wrote in The War of Art:
“If resistance couldn’t be beaten, there would be no Fifth Symphony, no Romeo and Juliet, no G Olden Gate Bridge. Defeating Resistance is like giving birth. It seems absolutely impossible until you remember that women have been pulling if off successfully, with support and without, for fifty million years.”
We beat resistance yesterday.
You can beat resistance today.
You and me.
Whatever you’re resisting today, whatever you’re telling yourself a story about how it can’t be done or it can wait until tomorrow.
Don’t let resistance win anymore.
Claim your strength. Remember who you are.
Turn that bend and go toward your own personal Drewman Court.
If there’s resistance there…
it’s because it matters to you.
Take the next step toward your best self. Show up for you.
Chalk up a win for you and a zero for resistance.
This is your day. This is your time.
To beating resistance,