I’m laying in bed, and my butt’s sore.
Specifically, my glutes.
Why? you may ask.
Because on Friday I decided to change the workout at my box because it was too easy. It was jumping lunges, but I decided to do weighted lunges instead.
And now my butt is paying the price.
Why do I do the things I do again?
Sometimes being alone is good.
You can listen to your thoughts. Get a lot of work done without distractions. Reconnect with yourself.
Sometimes, however, you need support and a push.
I like to work out alone. No one judging. I can do my own thing on my own time.
However, it can be challenging at times.
Today for example.
I had to do heavy push jerks. I hate heavy push jerks because they are hard for me. I never want to do them. They suck. And there were 20 of them. In a row.
I did these one at a time, and they were tough. The only thing that kept me going is my innate desire to finish and to conquer. Otherwise, I would have quit because no part of me wanted to do them.
It’s all too easy to quit when you’re alone. Because no one is looking. No one is judging. No one is there to care or to let down.
And I can’t let myself down.
The key here is know yourself. If you need support, go in a group. If you’re a loner, go it alone. Or mix it up like I do.
Know yourself and be honest with yourself.
In the end, that’s what makes you a better person.
I drink coffee before I lift.
I drink coffee when I lift (sometimes).
I reward myself with coffee after I lift.
Find your motivating “thing” and do it! Whatever will get your butt off the couch. It’s worth every penny!
I’m such a hypocrite.
Because I hit the scale every morning and depending on what it says, I let it influence my mood.
I’m writing this to convince myself it’s not about the number on the scale. It’s how I feel every moment of every day. How I treat my body. How I eat. How I workout. How I sleep. How I rest. How I live.
This is what matters.
It’s not about how I look in the mirror. Nor about how my clothes fit (because it’s hard to find clothes that fit me and look good on me unless it’s workout gear).
It’s all in the mind. It’s accepting me, and how God designed my body and being done with it. There’s no manipulation.
The only control is the day-to-day activities/fuel I do/feed myself.
These little decisions that add up in big ways.
So stop playing the game society tells you to play.
Lead with your heart, soul, mind, and spirit.
The rest will fall into place…
My nutrition course asked me this, and this is powerful.
What is my buy-in? Why do I want to look the way I’ve always wanted (with abs showing)? What are my ultimate fitness goals? Why do I want to reach them?
For long term success, you need to know why you’re doing this.
A couple of weeks ago, I had no answers, and they would have been different.
Now, it’s a whole different game.
The reason I want to have abs I can see is I want to prove to myself:
1) I can do it.
2) I can sustain it.
3) I have a long-term relationship with food I can sustain.
The reason I want to be among the top is:
1) I don’t ever want to have a movement show up in the Open or in competitions that I can’t do.
2) To satisfy the drive within that won’t stop no matter what.
3) I want to conquer this sport. Period.
My buy in is I want to be the best at my passion. Who doesn’t?
One thing I’ve learned over the past year is how to train smart.
In essence, this means listen to your body.
When something is hurting, it’s not because it doesn’t like you. It’s because something is wrong and your body is trying to signal to your brain to heal it and to you to quit using it so it can heal or to quit doing a certain motion that it doesn’t like.
As you all know, I’ve sprained my wrist.
Does this mean I’m sitting on my ass all day, twiddling my thumbs?
I hit the pool. I hit the roads for runs. I back squatted. Heavy. I did what I could with what I still had. While the rest of me healed.
You keep moving. Keep striving towards your goals. Despite your setbacks. And often times you will come back stronger and hungrier because of it.
So remember: don’t ignore pain. Deal with it. Smartly. Give your body the time it needs. If you don’t, you’ll regret it. You’ll often injure it more severely, adding more time for healing AND you could even do permanent damage.
Two weeks to heal? Acceptable. Two months? Heart-breaking.
Today I back squatted and bench pressed.
My body wasn’t all that sore after 18.1 yesterday, and I hadn’t done much strength work because of the Open.
Today my mind needed it.
I was sorely disappointed in my performance in 18.1 and I was feeling pretty low. I needed to lift some heavy weights to re-boost my confidence and re-set my mind for next week.
Plus, exercise is like hitting the reset button for me. It clears my mind and allows me to think and focus on what I have to do in the day. It’s clarity at its best.
So today in was me and the bar. Afterwards, I felt better. SO much better.
I know…I’m weird.