I can recall an evening where I stupidly had smoked a little weed, tempting fate on the eve of when my monthly probation reporting was to occur. Although it was a great night, I still successfully managed to put myself in harm’s way, risking everything I had worked so very hard for, instantly in one selfish moment.
It all hit me the next morning as I thought How could I be so reckless? What the hell was the matter with me? Was it all worth it? But beyond that, I was terrified of the consequences…
With no slowdown in sight, the fitness industry is projected to reach a revenue of 435 billion by 2028. Add to that a growth rate of 173% year over year since 2020, and suddenly… business is booming!
Now why do I tell you this? Well, because with any booming industry, comes the usual cast of shady characters and unscrupulous individuals, where in this case are your drug-addicted superheroes, psychotic life coaches (and trainers), and slick snake oil salesmen being introduced to your life. All of them telling you what you want to hear – all in the hopes of building up your self-esteem and worth, while tearing through your bank account of all disposable income. And to think I am the felon.
When I was a kid, I remember spending countless hours being angry at my Nintendo because I was not able to get past certain levels. As a result, I also remember the need for some anger management classes at an early age, due to the increased frustration directed at numerous controllers being hurled at tv screens. I was a total mess. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or even concentrate on anything else but the challenge in front of me. But to no avail, it was all futile.
I’d sit there, tears streaming down my face, asking God why he was making it so difficult for me to advance in those games, even asking for some sort of divine intervention at one point in time. And then -A MIRACLE HAPPENED.