Fitness doesn’t really have an end point. You can always be a little healthier, or push yourself harder. It does have breaking points and bad spots when moderation disappears.
It definitely has beginning points. And those beginning points are way closer to accomplishments than you might think.
I know fat marathoners. Fat century cyclists.
Hell, I was a fat triathlete. Look at me trying to squeeze out of my wetsuit in 2013.
I vowed I would never let that photo see the light of day. And here I am posting it on my damned blog.
I think it might help someone. Your body doesn’t have to be perfect to achieve something.
There are far more triathletes that look like me than there are Golden Gods. I’ve lost quite a bit of weight since then, but I still don’t look great shirtless.
And I don’t really care. I didn’t do this to get chiseled, cut, ripped, turnt up, or any other term for how I look.
I just wanted to push myself to prove I could get better. And I didn’t wait until I was in perfect shape.
If that were the case, I would’ve given up by now. Because perfect shape doesn’t exist.