My garage, somewhere in Toulouse, South of France, 2021
He has been sitting there for some time. Each time I enter, I can hear him scream.
I turn my head in the other direction. I can hear him suffocate.
“ I am here, you know,” he shouts.
“Not today, sorry. Maybe tomorrow!” I mumbled to him as I was closing the door behind me.
“I am cold, and there is no heat here. I will freeze to death.”, he begged.
Three months later…
“Just 10, you are kidding me, Dude?” he said with a smile on his face.
“Yep, Man, this is the best I can give to you right now.”, I replied while sweating to death.
“OK, but 10 (RPM) Reps Per Minute kinda sucks, Bro!” he said with his smirking face.
“I can stop right now if you go down to this path. I am making some efforts here.”, I screamed between 2 reps.
“Well, as the elliptical bike of the house, I can tell you that your wife is doing way, way better…” he continues.
“Stop it right there…I am gonna leave you alone with the dust in your face!” I hammed to his ears while grabbing his handles with all my strength.
“Ok, Dude, I get you! From 0 to 10 RMP in 3 months, you are on the right track…”
At the gym or in life, we tend to compare our RPM to those of people around us.
Often we forget that we are maybe in the same universe, yet each journey is unique.
My siblings’ RPM, my neighbor’s, my colleagues’, my car’s: all of them are different.
We may be in the same ocean in life, but our boats are neither going to the same speed nor the same destination.
We often forget that rule of life: each RMP is a unique stamp tattooed in our face when we set foot on this planet.
What RPM am I referring to?
Well, I am glad you asked.
RPM as not in Reps Per Minute, but more as in:
- R as Results