The Nature of Sloth
This is sort of a sequel to my post last year, the Nature of Greed. Except it's about me, not my parents. Well, about everyone, really. Anyway...
I did PT this morning. It took a lot for me to get up, get ready, and go join my ROTC group, but I enjoyed doing it, and felt great afterwards. I went for a 2 mile run yesterday in between Munich performances, just on my own in Brooklyn. I came very close to not going, but finally put on my shorts and went. I was greatly tempted to stop, walk, just slow down, but I kept up a good pace the whole two miles. When I got back, I was tired, but I felt great. By the time we got to our next performance, I had lots of energy. Now, almost, and I stress almost, every time I work out, I feel great afterwards, and I know every bit helps me maintain my strict Army standards. So why the devil is it so hard? I can play DDR for two hours without a second thought, but to actually get my shoes on and get out the door to run is almost impossible. Even though it affects my future, I still have an incredibly hard time getting to it.
The same applies with other things too. Homework, practice, reading the Word...I always know I need to do these things more, but keep doing other things that are easier and more fun, or just not do anything at all. Even though I always feel great when I get these things done, and terrible when I don't, that stupid little Sloth keeps getting me to do other, lazier things.
But fortunately...I did do PT today. So sometimes, when I do overcome Sloth, it's a great victory. Hooray.
I did PT this morning. It took a lot for me to get up, get ready, and go join my ROTC group, but I enjoyed doing it, and felt great afterwards. I went for a 2 mile run yesterday in between Munich performances, just on my own in Brooklyn. I came very close to not going, but finally put on my shorts and went. I was greatly tempted to stop, walk, just slow down, but I kept up a good pace the whole two miles. When I got back, I was tired, but I felt great. By the time we got to our next performance, I had lots of energy. Now, almost, and I stress almost, every time I work out, I feel great afterwards, and I know every bit helps me maintain my strict Army standards. So why the devil is it so hard? I can play DDR for two hours without a second thought, but to actually get my shoes on and get out the door to run is almost impossible. Even though it affects my future, I still have an incredibly hard time getting to it.
The same applies with other things too. Homework, practice, reading the Word...I always know I need to do these things more, but keep doing other things that are easier and more fun, or just not do anything at all. Even though I always feel great when I get these things done, and terrible when I don't, that stupid little Sloth keeps getting me to do other, lazier things.
But fortunately...I did do PT today. So sometimes, when I do overcome Sloth, it's a great victory. Hooray.