It’s a red light. I’m stuck on US-1, 20 cars back. The guy next to me is buried in his phone—he’s in a Maserati, so I imagine he’s deep in some leather-scented, turbo-charged fantasy scroll. My jaw tightens as I watch the minutes tick up on Waze. 9:17. Yoga starts at 9:15.
How am I even running late? I’m usually the punctual one.
I crank up Bodies – Tycho Remix. It clicks. It lifts me. The only thing to do now? Keep going.
I spent over a decade coaching and training in triathlon. If the sport teaches you anything, it's that—keep going. Not mindlessly. Not aggressively. But with presence. With purpose.
What else are you going to do? Stop? Complain? Quit?
I’ve done all three. And while pressing on isn’t always the right move, staying stuck never is. Sometimes the best version of “keep going” means shifting direction, not doubling down. The real regret comes from lingering too long in an unhealthy place.
These days, “keep going” shows up in the form of hot yoga—26+2, four to five times a week. Same poses. Same sequence. No matter how I feel or what’s waiting on the other side of the mat, I show up. I move. I breathe. I keep going.
In that traffic, watching the minutes tick by, it was the practice itself that pulled me forward. Not just to get there on time, but to reclaim the day—to remember that showing up, even late, is better than not showing up at all.
It’s not about grinding or burning out. It’s about building rhythm—a pattern, a path that’s yours.
Maybe I’m wired this way. Maybe not. But after a lifetime of movement, the dividends are starting to show up—physically, mentally, emotionally—in ways I never expected.
So, if today’s messy, or hard, or running behind…just keep going.