Sometimes, this whole “working out and staying healthy” bit can seem like a waste of time.

I mean, it’s a constant uphill battle.  You battle uphill with every ounce of fight you have, and then, you take one day, or one week off, and the downhill slide begins.

And what are we doing it for anyway?  To look a little better?  Who cares what people think, right?

To reach some arbitrary goal?  No one cares if you ran 26.2 miles, or how fast you did it.  There is no way that the feeling of accomplishment is worth the amount of time, struggle and discomfort put in to reach that goal.

There are a lot of reasons that I choose to work out, but there is one reason that is the foundation of them all:

Because I can. 

Because I’ve been gifted with life and an able body.  I’ve been given an opportunity to grow, to strive for my potential.  I don’t want to throw that opportunity away just because there will be some struggle along the way.

Over 2000 years ago, Socrates said it better than I ever will be able to:

“No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable.”