Sometimes it turns into a real game. You're walking down the street, and someone is walking a little faster... I add a step to overtake them. I don't tell anyone that this is a competition, but inside it's a real finish. Or, for example, I'm standing in line, and someone behind me is so clearly looking... I straighten up, smile, fix my hair. Not because I want to be liked, but because it's nice to be in "first place" at least in this small moment.

In the gym, of course, there are even more such situations. Sometimes it seems that everything there is built on quiet, invisible battles. Who will lift more, who will hold the bar longer, who will pass by the mirror in such a way that you will want to turn your head. And this is not about vanity, but about internal drive. Because at the end of the day I am still alone, and all these small victories are only mine. They feed me, as if charging a battery.

Maybe this is the secret? It does not matter who notices. The important thing is that you yourself know: today you won. Even if no one except you guesses about it 😏

Mari