Do we dare to be better than we were yesterday?  Do we wake up in the morning, thankful that our feet hit the floor, and face the day like we are going to kick the crud out of it, or do we stumble like zombies into our “daily” routine, regretting the drive to work, regretting the day in the cubicle, only to look forward to couching the night away in front of the TV.  Is that what has become the best part of our day? I suppose that is certainly easier…that is certainly the path of least resistance.  But, to what end?  That route of movementless existence leaves us barely able to take care of ourselves in the end.  It leaves us as dependent on our own children as they depended on us after their birth.  It leaves us weak, tired, unhappy shadows of the human beings we once were.  Lucky for me I am part of something.   I am part of something else.  This community….this Tribe….this incredibly close knit family is full to brim of something…something I believe is lacking in a lot of places in this world.  This tribe we have is full of vision and hope and dogged determination.  We know that we will not solve the  problems caused by  sitting, by sitting down to exercise.  We know that human beings were meant to move.  We were all meant to run, jump, climb, lift and throw things.  We should hang by our arms, we should invert ourselves from time to time, we should move well, and have fun doing it. We know how it feels to work out with out moving, and we know how movement feels…we choose the latter.  We know what consistent training is and how important it is. We know that once we put that consistency into practice  how incredible it feels to run into a friend who just saw us 3 months ago, and see that their face and smile shows how impressed they are with how “different” we look, they don’t even need to tell us, though they do….  We eat that up for breakfast. (along with BACON)    We know that choosing to move now will pay off later.  We know that choosing real food over processed poison will lead us to not only leaner and more functional bodies but to feeling so much better.  We remember how it felt the first time we crawled..we remember embarrassment, some of us remember shame….perhaps most importantly we remember nothing but encouragement from those around us, and how no matter the amount of defeat we might have felt, there was something that compelled us to come back…something that dug deep into us and screamed  “I can do this, I am capable.”  At times we couldn’t even allow ourselves to think that, but then, someone else would believe, and that was enough.  We know what it is like to pour our heart and effort out amongst dozens of other people doing the same thing.  We know the vulnerability that it takes and interestingly enough the power that it gives.  We feel unstoppable at times and also nearly crippled.  It really is poetic.  We are broken in front of each other, and built up nearly every time we enter this “box” of ours.  Part of us hates that, but mostly we love it.  We almost always believe in ourselves, and in the moments that we doubt we find belief in others that helps drive us on toward our goals.  We know how unique this is, which may be why we treasure it so much.  We treasure it, but we do not guard it, we are open to anyone willing to put the effort in to be her.  We do not care how fast you are, we do not care how strong you are….we care how hard you work, and how willing you are to care the same about us.  WE DO NOT CHOOSE EASY.  WE CHOOSE BETTER!!!