The second lap of the race was killing me. Every fiber of my being was on fire, oxygen wouldn’t come fast enough, and I was easily distracted by the crowd. But there it was, sitting on the ground and demanding that I redouble my efforts. I put one foot in front of the other, straining to reach the starting line one more time.
Find something cool or fun to say next Friday when nothing else is going on, and you will break through. Excellent advice from Gary Vee, as always.