4:30 am full of doubt - I put my running shoes on and ran sprints until the taste of blood filled my mouth.
I was nearly 30 years old living with my parents.
A DELUSIONAL dream to join Special Forces.
My wife, newborn son, and I had just moved in with my parents to save money while I trained for a Special Forces contract.
It was cold and dark. I crept through the house like a burglar, trying not to awaken my sleeping family.
I sat down on a bench near the front door.
My mind was in a negative feedback loop.
What was I doing in my parents house at 4:30 in the morning attempting to train for Special Forces?
I was terrible at running.
I had a wife and newborn son to support.
Leaving my corporate salary seemed like madness.
I was killing myself training and hadn't even spoken to an Army Recruiter yet.
I questioned if I was:
Smart enough.
Fit enough.
Tough enough.
I would never know the answer unless I went all in...
I put my running shoes on and ran sprints until the taste of blood filled my mouth.
I finished the workout and retreated inside. Sitting there, physically spent.
Maybe I was losing my mind.
That feels like a lifetime ago...
I've been in Special Forces for a decade now.
I started my journey with doubts and felt inadequate.
But every morning I would put on my running shoes and confront my fears with hard work.
You have more power and agency than you know.
If you want it. Go get it.
Doubts be damned.