January 18, 2014 posted by



Fight for movement. Fight for this life. Fight for it right up until the moment you come to rest.


…but I’m way more proud of every single day I spent outside, with my chest burning, lungs heaving, sucking for oxygen and life, than I am of the times I drank too much, slept in, squandered time sending useless-but-somehow-important emails. or whatever. I hate those wasted days. I never regretted working out, going for a walk, or getting on a plane stinking or dripping sweat. Not once…

Just move.

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