It's the smallest of changes...

If you adjust your thoughts just a little. A world of joy can be opened to you.

I used to hate waking up in the morning. And I'd hate it even more if I woke up in the middle of the night. If I looked at my alarm clock and it said 3:06am, I was annoyed and angry. So bitter, in fact, that it would take me a while to calm down and fall back asleep.

I was complaining about this to my first roommate in college Brad, and he told me that it was completely different for him. He loved waking up at 3:06am because it meant he had another 4 hours to sleep. This concept, blew my mind. But since then, I've never been bitter about waking up.
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Working out was extremely difficult for me. I hated the feeling of being sore. I couldn't stand easily, I couldn't walk normally, and if I ever tried to shoot a basketball after working out my arms, I'd be lucky if it made it halfway to the basket.

A few weeks ago, my now roommate Jacob told me that he loves the feeling of being sore. It gave him a feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction. A constant reminder that he bettered himself the day before.
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I began my 30 workouts in 30 days yesterday. I'm sore as crap now. I love it though. There's no other feeling I would want. I'm going to blog about it some more later and possibly do a video blog about my workout adventures. Stay tuned...