Yes, but make it your own. You don’t need a track. Sprint in your hallway. Sprint to the mailbox and back. Sprint up your driveway. Even a 10-second all-out push counts.
The beauty of daily sprinting is that it’s too short to dread. You never have to “find an hour” for it. It’s just sixty seconds of your day—less time than you spend scrolling through memes about procrastination.
After 30 days, I wasn’t just fitter; I was fiercer. I felt capable. If I can handle that burning in my lungs for 20 seconds, I can handle a tough email. I can handle a broken printer.
So, give it a shot. One week. Every single day. Just twenty seconds of running like your favorite takeout order is about to close. You might just discover that the person you’ve been trying to outrun—is actually just a few sprints away.
