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Not once in my life have I made it past 9 a.m. with a sack lunch. I always get hungry and eat it. Actually, I don’t always get hungry….but I do always eat it.

Why not?

I am gonna eat it anyway. There is no sense in putting it off. Who knows, I could get hit by a truck, fall into a well, or step on a landmine between 9 a.m. and lunchtime.

It’s never been a problem, though. Usually, there is someone who is willing to give me some of their food so that I don’t starve to death (which I will if I go more than 4 hours between feedings.) Growing up, it was usually a nice girl who was willing to share her food with me because she felt sorry for the fat kid with bad hair, a mustard stain on his Espirit shirt, crappy tight rolls in his poorly worn jeans, and a wicked case of chin-strap acne. Pity has fed me on many occasion.

Recently, I struck up a FB conversation with Andrew Clayton,  2017 World’s Strongest Man under 105kg. I asked Andrew if he would be willing to speak with me on a podcast. My plan was to feel him out, celebrate getting him on the schedule, and figure out what questions to ask a little later. He responded with, “Sure, let’s do it in thirty minutes. There’s no sense in waiting around and letting it turn into something it’s not.”

Wow, I thought. That’s pretty awesome. Andrew wanted to get it done. I bet he never made it to the cafeteria with his sack lunch either. I don’t think you get to be the World’s Strongest Man by waiting around until you think the world wants you to move.

I wish I approached the construction of my legacy with the same verocity that I approach my sack lunch. I would love to forego procrastination for the sake comfort and just get things done as they come down the pipe.

I am not saying that everything has to be done immediately but I am saying that I have more of a history of delaying and “putting off” than I do initiating and following through on tasks.

There seems to be primarily two kinds of people in the world: those who jump the gun and those who never get off the starting blocks. I think the successful ones are those who firmly take their position and take-off when they hear the gun fire. They are prepared to start and take when it’s time, whether they are ready or not.

I would rather false start with the intent of getting ahead than not move for fear of being disqualified or failing.

Ready…

Set…

Go.

Peace, Love, and all things Beef related,

Beefcake