It’s 8 p.m. now in Davao City, and I just came out of the gym. I am physically and mentally exhausted. Three rounds of jump rope, three rounds of shadow boxing, three rounds of heavy bag, four rounds of mitt work, and two rounds of light sparring. That has been the routine since January, when I decided to take Muay Thai seriously. Four times a week (Tuesday to Friday), and Mondays are for weight lifting.
I’ve been boxing for years, but the switch to Muay Thai has been harder than I thought it would be. Two weeks ago, my body basically just shut down. So I took the week off. Other than that, I’ve been at this Muay Thai thing.
I always keep asking myself why I’m doing this. It’s exhausting. I feel like throwing up. My body is just beat up. This absolutely sucks.
But I love the process. I see the progress from the suffering. Growth requires suffering. You have to embrace the suck.
When it comes to sports, I embrace the suck. I love the little failures along the way, because I see the light—no matter how dim it is.
I want to embrace the suck in other areas of my life. I want to see what I’m capable of. I want growth. I want improvement