I believe in the power of running.
I literally cannot conceptualize why or how anyone who intends to do literally anything of relevance in their life could ever justify not running
— Me, while running across the Golden Gate bridge
If you don't run everyday how will you know when your will is growing weak? If you are not someone for whom >= 15 minutes a day of zone >= 3 cardio is just matter of fact, how do you expect to ever do any of the actually hard things in life?
Will you delay doing those dishes?
Will you second guess sending that email?
Will you tell your crush how you feel,
now? (or 20 years later?)
Will you see your real self in the mirror?
Running is a good litmus-test because, at least for me, it's a pretty direct measure of my will power on any given day. Only 3km can feel hard on a bad day, and even terribly out of shape, effortless on a good day.
If you are suffering from a will power drought, the answer is not a scarcity mindset. This will only lead to a self-reinforcing cycle. Your animal brain evolved for an environment long past, it will often lie to you, do not listen when it does.
On June 13th '26 I ran 12km halfway across San Francisco and then across the Golden Gate bridge. When I'd finally reached the bridge, I was listening to Gothic Lolita Propaganda by Yousei Teikoku.
Staring down into the water as the sun set, I thought about falling into a gas giant.
At North Vista Point I purchased a carcinogenic dog from a street vendor and went to stare off at the San Francisco skyline while consuming it. The wind was at my back, my hair had long gone rats-nest from humidity and being the length where it's never quite receptive enough to a hair band, as I scarfed down that carcinogenic dog, mustard<->mayonnaise ended up in my hair and across my face as my hair whipped every which way.
I want us all to fight and bleed like we're going to die tomorrow. I want the beer to flow like water. I want every day a microcosm of existence.