21 Day Fitness Challenge
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This March will include a 21 day SEALFit fitness challenge of 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups and 100 squats in each day of the challenge.
Reasons to do this:

Reasons to do this:

- Since the 100 mile running challenge last November, overall body strength and mobility is not fully recovered;
- My left arm maintains various levels of tendinitis. Lifting has not been my friend since December;
- The challenge serves as a reminder that things could be worse. Some things hurt more than others and will never go away, so I train to live with pain. As the SEALs say, "Suffer in Silence." So my training extends through the emotional, mental, and spiritual. What I think does not matter--just complete the mission;
- Commitment to completing one hard task per day, no equipment required. I've gotten soft. Especially around the middle.
- It's always good to be part of something bigger than yourself. There's this beautiful point of tension after starting out ("I can do that! Easy Day!") when you hit a wall ("What the frak was I thinking?") and have no choice but to keep going.
“ . . . the boxer who has “seen his own blood, who has felt
his teeth rattle beneath his opponent’s fist...who has been downed in body but
not in spirit…”—they know what they can take. Only they have a true and
accurate sense of rhythms of a fight and what winning is going to require them
to do. That sense comes from getting knocked around. That sense is only
possible because of the hard times—the hard knocks—they’ve experienced before.” (Ryan Holiday)
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Find something to do this month. Get up, get out, get moving.
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