Every Sunday I run hills in my neighborhood.
During a recent workout after I reached the top of a hill, I bent over in exhaustion and was breathing hard.
A guy walking by said, “What are you training for?”
The question caught me off guard because there wasn’t anything specific I was training for like a marathon. I was just doing my Sunday hills.
“Life,” I replied to him with a smile on my face.
He nodded and kept walking. I don’t think it was the answer he was looking for.
I can’t front. My response of “life” felt pretty good to say out loud. It even gave me the energy to do a few more hills as though I had already reached my goal for the morning.
With more thought, I realized that everything we intentionally do is training for life.
What’s unique is that unlike a marathon, 5K, or Tough Mudder, there really isn’t an actual finish line for life (well there is this finish line).
With our life, we choose the “finish line” or the effort we give (or don’t give) with our daily, weekly or monthly “training.”
Sure, you can train for a race, but you can also “train” to be a better spouse.
Yes, you can train to build bigger muscles, and you can also “train” to be a better parent.
Of course, you can train get a promotion at work, and we can also “train” to become more well read.
You get the idea. The opportunities to “train” are endless
