The first time I saw this video, I sat in silence for a good five minutes afterwards, just letting the truth of it flood over me. In working with dozens of personal training clients on a daily basis, the sequence of fast-motion excuses sounded like a synopsis of one of my worst days, minus the
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“Hank Reardon wondered whether someone could give him now the spark he needed, now when he felt unable ever to rise again. He asked himself who had started him and kept him going. Then he raised his head. Slowly, with the greatest effort of his life, he made his body rise until he was able to sit upright with only one hand pressed to the desk and a trembling arm to support him. He never asked that question again.”

I don’t understand “rules”. I mean, I understand rules of the universe, like gravity, or cause and effect; but I never understood “the rules” that I was expected to play by, the “rules of man” so to speak. I like to view them more as suggestions, and then test them, and break them, with a condescending grin.