The Path Of Resistance

Sign up for it. Pull the trigger sitting on the sofa in the warm comfort of your home. Reg for the hardest race of your life. It’s not just a race, that is the easy part. It’s the life change it takes to get the start; to get to the finish. Nothing about it is easy. Countless hard moments from that day until THE day. Countless cold dark mornings, cold dark runs after the sub went down. Countless rides in rain, snow or starring at clock on a wall.

That was 14 years ago. It’s been a lifetime of hard. A lifetime of work. A lifetime of not taking the easy way. It was so long ago I forgot there was an easy way. I forgot there was a path through life that wasn’t exhausting and grueling. I forgot that there was any way but the hard way. The path of most resistance. But isn’t it resistance that makes one stronger?

I would be lying to you if I said I made a choice. This life choose me. I couldn’t resist the path of resistance; like a month to a flame. I never saw the easy way because I never looked for it. I NEED this struggle because without it; I don’t know I am alive and this is my life for as long as I can remember. Did I sign up for a race 14 years ago or a lifetime? Is it an endurance event or is this life the thing we ultimately endure because it doesn’t seem like a race anymore, it just seems like existence and I wouldn’t want to be any other way.