EDT: Time Management Meets Weight Training
The concept of time management is one of the most important aspects of any exercise program. If you are not aware of it, then your fitness goals will never be achieved. Many people do not have a clear idea how they want their lives to look like in five years or ten years from now. They may even think that they won’t live long enough to see such things happen.
However, if you don’t have a plan in place for your life, then you might very well die before seeing them come true.
If you are reading this article, chances are that you already know what time management means. You probably also realize that there is no way to predict when your own life will change dramatically. Your goal is to make sure that whatever changes occur in your life aren’t too drastic because otherwise it could cause problems later on.
Time management is something that everyone should learn. There are many benefits of learning how to manage your time effectively. For example, you will be able to spend less money on unnecessary items which would otherwise consume your precious time. Also, you will be able to save more money so that you can invest in yourself and achieve greater financial success in the future.
Of course, you are not directly responsible for anyone but yourself. However, when you become a parent, the situation becomes a bit more complex. If you don’t learn how to manage your time wisely, then there is a chance that you won’t be able to give your children the attention and love that they deserve while at the same time maintaining an active role in their lives.
Your time on earth is limited and no one knows how much longer you have to live. It would be a shame to spend your remaining time on this planet worrying about what could have been. This is why it is so important to learn how to manage your time properly.
You should always take a long, hard look at how you are currently spending your time and then identify the activities that are preventing you from getting ahead in life.
What changes need to be made in order to live a richer and fuller life?
For most people, the problem is not a lack of time management skills, it’s a lack of self-discipline. Once you learn how to master your own self-discipline, you will be able to do anything and everything that you ever wanted to do with your life.
The concept of time management can be applied to just about any area of your life. It can be used to help you reach your fitness goals, save money, improve your relationships with family and friends, advance in your career, or even pursue your hobbies more effectively.
The thing to remember is that if you don’t take control of your time, then time will end up controlling you.
It’s your life and only you are truly responsible for where it goes and where it ends up. You can choose to live a mediocre existence and settle for less or you can strive for greater accomplishments and aim for success. The choice is completely up to you.
Time is an inescapable fact of life that everyone is subjected to. Whether you like it or not, each second that passes brings you that one step closer to death.
The question remains: Will you die with nothing to show for all the time that you have spent on this planet or will you die knowing that you did everything in your power to achieve your goals and realize your dreams?
It’s up to you.
Time waits for no one. Live life to the fullest and pursue your passions!
Never! I will live for myself.
Why should I care about others and the impact that my actions have on them?
You’re weak. I couldn’t care less what you think of me.
How dare you insult me in this manner! I’m leaving.
I refuse to engage in such petty disputes with an uncivilized brute. I have better things to do with my time.
I’m hardly the only one at fault here and you’re hardly blameless. I suggest you take your own advice and learn how to better manage your time.
It would be my pleasure to teach you a lesson in humility. Name the time and place and I shall be there.
Is that really how you want to spend the remaining time that you have on this planet? Getting beaten up and knocked around by an old man?
I have nothing better to do with my time so, yes, I shall be most pleased to engage in fisticuffs with you.
Having experienced first hand how skilled you are with a sword, I don’t think I’ll accept your invitation.
You’re a sore loser. It’s obvious that you can’t handle losing to an equal so you try to weasel out of our duel by standing on some sort of “moral high ground”.
I’m not going to bow down to your pathetic attempt at intimidation.
You’re obviously a spineless coward who lacks the courage to face me in a fair fight. You need to rely on cheap shots and dirty tricks in order to secure your victories. Maybe you can fool the rest of these unenlightened swine milling about this fair ground, but you can’t fool me. I see right through your shameful charade and I’m not going to be fooled by it.
Why don’t you try accepting my challenge like a man rather than scurrying away like a mouse? Are you too much of a weakling to face me in a fight like a true gentleman?
I’m not going to fight you.
From what I’ve seen you’re a lot more skilled in combat than I am. You might actually have a chance to win.
You won’t fight me because you know it is wrong to attack someone from behind while they’re busy fighting others. This isn’t the back alleys of Sodran or some seedy tavern. This is a place of honor and nobility. You should at least have the courage to face me in a fair fight without using any underhanded tricks.
I wasn’t involved in any of that. I was just standing here minding my own business when you approached me and my friends, demanding that we kneel before you. It was you who acted in an underhanded manner by trying to intimidate us with your armored soldiers.
What gives you the right to do that?
You dare to question the way in which I govern this barony?
I’ll have you know that without men like me this place would fall into anarchy. You’re a brainless puppet dancing on the strings of your heart’s desires with no regard for those suffering under your feet.
What makes you think that you have any place in deciding how this country should be run?
You wouldn’t know anything about ruling a kingdom considering you were born into wealth and privilege. You’re just a spoiled, selfish brat who knows nothing about the struggles and hardships that most people face every day. Why don’t you go back to your parents, or better yet, crawl back into whatever rock you hid under before Count Greyhill recognized your family’s talents and brought you out of your self-imposed obscurity.
I have no parents and I was a lowly servant in my former life. It was the Count who took me from my lowly position and breathed new life into my career as a physician. He opened up new opportunities to serve him and this kingdom. For that I am forever grateful.
If you were a true servant of the kingdom then you’d feel the same way. Instead, this is just another power grab on your part to wrest control of the barony from Count Greyhill.
I don’t have to try very hard to see that you’re an obedient lapdog willing to do the Count’s bidding at a moment’s notice. But just because I’m not a mindless sheep like the rest of them doesn’t mean that I’m going to let you dictate my actions. If the people don’t want me to run things then they’ll have to speak up or else their silence implies their consent. So if this is what you want, let’s do it your way.
I wouldn’t count on things working out in your favor though. The people may respect and admire you but they still lack confidence in your abilities to lead. Most of them want to see me replace Count Greyhill since they believe only I can bring a real change to how this place is run.
Then let’s see if they really mean it. If you really are the man of the people as you claim to be, then this one on one fight will decide who gets to take control of this barony. The winner will rule for the rest of his life or until he loses a battle. The people can accept me as their new leader or they can wallow in mediocrity for the rest of their miserable lives.
It’s their choice. All I want is to be accepted, to prove that I am worthy of this opportunity.
But it seems you lack the courage to face me in battle despite the fact that you’re twice my age. It’s not surprising considering that you rely on tricks and gadgets to get you through most of your battles.
You were nothing more than a glorified housekeeper before Count Greyhill took you in. A glorified housekeeper that was probably dishonorable enough to spy on his lady of the manor for his master. You had no real challenge in your life and playing with your little gadgets and potions was more than a hobby, it was a way of life. Then the Count took you in and gave you something to do with all your scientific knowledge and it was the best thing that ever happened to you.
If you were a real man, you’d realize that sometimes you have to fight battles with more than just gadgets and skills. You’ve relied on them so much throughout your life that I wonder if you even know how to be a man at all.
But I’m willing to prove to you that I am indeed a man unlike you. I’m willing to prove to all of them that I am a man AND a warrior.
“Bravo, bravo! Such display, much passion, very impressive!” an unfamiliar voice shouts causing you to jump.
Turning around you see a strange looking man wearing a red robe with several rings on his fingers. A purple cone-like hat adorns his head and the shadows cast from it make his face look even more ghastly than it appears to be normally. You’ve never seen him before in your life but he looks oddly familiar.
Who the hell are you?”
“So hostile, so nasty.
Can’t you at least offer a gentleman a seat?”
the man says sniffing at the air.
You look at Null and he shrugs as if to say “whatever he is, he isn’t dangerous”. You conjure up another chair and that’s when you notice the purple glowing eyes of the man.
“Ah yes, much better. You know in some other life, you and I could have been friends. Even brothers even though we never would have been related. We do share a love of the finer things after all.
Yes, you with your passion for battle and me with mine for knowledge.”
You don’t respond and simply listen to the man ramble on.
“Yes, we could have been great friends indeed but things are not destined to be and that is what knowledge is all about, what fate has in store for us all. We can only hope to understand it, even if we can’t always choose what it has in store for us. Still, some are more fortunate than others and today I am one of the fortunate.”
You’re getting impatient so you tell him to get to the point of his visit. The man laughs in response.
You think I came here by my own accord? You think I would willingly travel here only to be greeted by some grim looking statue and an old fool with a stick?”
That remark causes Null to snap to attention and get into a fighting position but the robed man keeps him calm by waving his hands and insisting that he meant no offense.
“Forgive my friend, he’s just a bit on the defensive side. Can’t say I blame him though. As I said I came here by fate’s decree and I have come to request your assistance.”
“I’m not in the business of granting requests. You’ll have to be more specific.”
“My apologies, as I said I am new to this so let me be specific.
You are Dermail the Torch are you not?”
And you are the leader of the Torches?”
And you once fought with the Empire during its glory years and were considered an elite soldier among their ranks?”
And you have personal experience in killing elves?”
“Well then Mr. Torch, I need you to lead an army of Orc Mercenaries to the Elven City of Holgard. Mr. Torch, I want you to utterly destroy every living soul in that city.”
You look at this stranger for a few moments and then begin to laugh. He insists that you would be well compensated for your efforts and that he would even give you an army of Orcs to do the job. You stop your laughter and confront him.
“No. I will not help someone who seeks to destroy entire races for personal gain. I served the Empire and did many things for them in my lifetime but those days are long past. Now I serve no one and I will not be used for such atrocities.”
“Mr. Torch, you have fought the elves before,” The man says with a frown. “
Surely you harbor no love for them?”
“I have no love for anyone. Love is for the weak. But that doesn’t mean I want to see entire races destroyed because some fool has a grudge. Now I suggest you leave before my friend over there gets nervous and things get ugly.”
This remark causes Null to chuckle a bit as he assumes his fighting stance. The stranger sighs but then continues.
“Very well Mr. Torch, I did not wish to do this but your lack of…moral flexibility will jeopardize the plan.
(Sigh) Guards, eliminate him. I’ll find someone else to crush the elves. Such is fate.”
“I was wondering when you were going to bring up fate. Now drop your weapon and let’s get this over with.” You say readying your bow.
The robed man waves his hand and the guards move forward.
“No, I mean eliminate as in kill him. Guards, KILL HIM! SLAY THE ELVES’ WORST ENEMY! SHOW THIS OLD MAN HOW IT’S DONE!
Suddenly the guards’ faces morph. Their eyes turn a bright red and fangs protrude from their mouths. They make inhuman screeching noises and rush at you. Null is taken by surprise and attempts to grapple one of them but is instead stabbed in the chest with a dagger made of bone.
You take aim with your bow, but another of the guards trips you with some sort of invisible rope and before you know it a mass of claws, teeth and blades are upon you.
With your arms and legs pinned the creatures dig their claws into you and tear long gashes into your flesh. You feel a wave of pain unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s more than just physical pain, it’s like your very soul is on fire. You scream out in agony but the creature continue to bite and claw at you.
“Mr. Torch! I had no idea they would do that! Stop them please!”
You hear the old man plead but you’re in no position to help. You’re dragged off to some unknown location within the mines and left for dead.
You struggle for what seems like hours, bleeding from countless wounds and slowly slipping away. As you begin to close your eyes for the final time, you hear a familiar voice…
“I hope you’re ready to see Magos Cern…you’re not getting out of here alive.”
Your eyes widen as you see the merc leader, the one whose life you spared back at the village. He stands over you with a look of glee on his face. It’s at this point you realize the old fool sold you out. He sold you out for some new…breed of undead soldiers.
You wished you had killed him when you had the chance.
You attempt to reach for your weapon but the bounty hunter is faster and plants a dagger in your heart. You gasp as your heart is ripped from your chest and thrown to the ground before you.
You try to say something, anything but the words won’t come out. The bounty hunter looks down on your with nothing but derision.
“You were a fool to come here. Karn will die, all will die, you just got here first…defender.”
The last thing you see is the bounty hunter raising his hand, flame emanating from it as he sets fire to your heart. The pain is beyond words.
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