Every year starts the same: gyms fill, treadmills hum, and by February half the faces are gone. Weakness, in body or civic life, is a luxury. We can’t afford it.
Look around: supply chains wobbling, hospitals strained, politics tearing itself to pieces. These are not normal times, and they won’t become normal just because we wish it. Yet too many people treat resilience like a hobby—something to try for a few weeks and then discard.
Discipline doesn’t care about the calendar. Either you put in the reps, or you pay the price. Either communities prepare for shocks, or they get broken when shocks arrive. It’s not complicated.