So, Boy and I were making what is becoming our regular weekend-morning bike ride to the park.
6 to 10 miles of hilly riding (and/or pushing) twice a week? That should make my doctor happier, shouldn’t it?
We zipped around the base, and I asked if he wanted to make the climb up to the overlook again this week. He pondered, and he was up for it.
Roughly halfway up, he was ready to turn around and go home. This was not a surprise.
So I started talking to him about willpower. I asked if he knew what it was, and he said no. (Which, isn’t it an attribute in Oblivion? Surely he knew THAT at least. Anyway.) I explained to him that willpower is the strength of your mind to tell your body that, even though what you’re doing is tough and you kinda want to quit, your brain is going to make you go forward with it anyway because it knows there is something at the end of the line that’s worthwhile.
He thought about it for a second, and said: “My brain’s not thinking anything like that.”