Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push ... Coast ...

Leg day = hell. To distract from the post-workout agony, I cranked up my stereo on my drive home from the gym. Who knew I'd find meaningful inspiration from a hip hop song. I love that song by Lupe Fiasco called "Kick Push". First, I fell in love with the beat ... then the chorus ... "Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push ... Coast." 

Then I actually listened to the rest of the lyrics. The song is about a kid who gets a skateboard at the age of six. First time he gets on it, he wipes out "Landed on his hip/ and bust his lip/For a week he had to talk with a lisp/Like thissss" Those are the actual lyrics. But what comes up next is how I feel about my journey to being fiercely fit. "Now we can end the story right here/But shorty didn't quit/ it was something in the air/Yea/He said it was somethin' so appealing/He couldn't fight the feelin'" Despite his spill ... he persevered. I could easily drive home everyday after work, make a peanut butter and jam sandwich, sit and watch the Young and Restless, nap on the couch before waking up, reaching for the phone and dialing 2-73-73-73 ... you know the rest of THOSE lyrics ... don't lie ... I know you do! Ha!  But instead, I go to the gym and get "the guy with three names who means business" to work me so hard my ears ring, then I pound back a vegan protein shake, and go home to a fresh spinach salad with chicken breast .... mmmmmm! As my boy Lupe says ... there's something so appealing ... and I can't fight the feeling of getting fiercely fit and eating clean ... even though I'd like to "kick, push" Paul Anthony (my trainer) some days. So I guess what I'm saying is that sometimes in life you really have to "kick and push" to get things going ... but when they do start moving, you can "coast" for a while ... but not forever. When it gets too easy or things slow down ... it's time to Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push ... Coast ......