I’ve moved again recently, but I used to start every day working in my office.
And every morning, I’d notice an overweight middle-aged couple pass by the window, out on their daily walk.
I don’t think they’ve ever missed a day.
Rain, sleet, shine, or colder than a witch’s tit.
They’d pass by.
I suppose, if my eyes were better or my stalker skills more refined, I could have scoped them out to determine if they were losing weight… “making progress.”
But I didn’t have to—I knew they’d get there.
Cause every. Damn. Morning. Like clockwork.
THAT’S what it takes.
In fact, they’re already there.
– Coach Bryan