Inspired by Socrates. Originally posted by @mikerashid. Reimagined by #DubbsWanders.
“No one should remain a novice when it comes to physical training. It’s a tragedy to reach the end of life without discovering the beauty and strength the body is capable of.”
— Socrates
Some quotes grab you by the soul and don’t let go—because they ring so deeply true. This one did that for me.
Our bodies are the vessels that carry us through this human experience, yet so many people spend their entire lives disconnected from that truth—coasting through existence without ever knowing what it feels like to move with power, to breathe with intention, to feel fully alive inside their own skin.
Training isn’t vanity. It’s reverence. It’s a sacred dialogue between effort and evolution. Each rep is a moment of honesty between who you are right now and who you’re becoming. Most people walk away before that conversation ever reaches its truth.
Strength isn’t about muscle or mirrors—it’s about mastery. How you stand, how you recover, how you carry yourself through chaos. It’s a discipline that starts in the gym but spills into every other part of life.
Once upon a time, I knew that discipline intimately. As a collegiate athlete, I pushed my body past limits I didn’t know existed. I found a rhythm between pain and purpose that felt almost spiritual. But over the next two decades, that rhythm faded. Responsibilities piled up. Priorities shifted. The body I once sharpened became an afterthought.
Over the last several years, I’ve been making my way back—slowly, steadily, sometimes painfully. It hasn’t been about chasing the past. It’s been about reclaiming alignment—rebuilding the temple, brick by brick.
Now, I train not to compete but to connect—to my breath, to my discipline, to my potential. I want to know what this vessel can still become when guided by focus instead of ego, by purpose instead of pride.
A Lesson From the Track
If there was ever a masterclass in discipline, it was watching Kim Batten prepare to break the world record. I had a front-row seat to what greatness looks like up close—watching her train, day in and day out, for years, for a race that would last less than sixty seconds.
The focus.
The repetition.
The precision.
The way she squeezed every ounce of possibility out of her temple.
To witness that was magical—and instructive. It was art and discipline fused into one. At that time, it was the single greatest performance the world had ever seen in that event. Those lessons were powerful, even if for a while, I let them sit on the shelf.
But I carry them with me now, every single day. They live in how I move, how I train, and how I honor the gift of this body. So to Kim, to Coach Long, and to all my teammates—thank you. The lessons you taught continue to shape me, long after the races ended.
We owe it to ourselves—and to those who came before us—to explore the limits of our strength. To find out how much life can live inside this body when we treat it like the first and most sacred temple.
Train it with respect.
Move it with gratitude.
Honor it with purpose.
Because this isn’t about perfection—it’s about presence.
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— D-Dubbs
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