You strut into the weight room puffed out and ready to kick ass. You got a good night's rest, you are floating on BCAAs, and your blood is 50% caffeine and 50% sheer ass kickery. Then BAM! like a shot in the gut you miss a weight.
Fuck.
Ok, maybe it was just a fluke. Maybe you weren't warmed up or you weren't set right. You back off the weight and BAM! you miss even LESS weight.
My friend, you are about to have a terrible workout.
By now you're crushed. Your spirit has fallen ten thousand feet and all your hopes of hitting a new PR are dashed. What are you going to do? It is going to be a long hard slog and nothing is going to show for it.
Upon reflection, I realized most gym goers exercise with this method of thought every time they workout. These guys, dudes whose body shape and max press have remained the same number for years as they float in and out of the weight room. How do people come to terms with the stagnation of their own achievement?
The thing is, this concession to mediocrity is a steadily growing cancer. Men and women in their dead end jobs collecting a biweekly slip of paper that stays the same number for 30 years. Pretty sad when you think about it.
We all have bad workouts, and a wiser man than myself once told me these are the times when it is most crucial to do well. The day you know you are off, nothing is lining up right, and that nagging pain in your shoulder/knee/wrist/elbow seems a bit more agitating. If you can take that day, where nothing is going right, and manage to torture yourself into oblivion it proves that you have the self determination and purpose to get through the tough days. It is imperative to turn what could possibly be deleterious self-mutilation into performance.
Every time you train, just like every day you go to work, every moment you spend with your lady, you should be striving to get somewhere else, somewhere better. It may not be a big step, you may have to realize that today you are not going to bench 335. Maybe you do manage to get something done where previously there was a struggle. This desire to perform, to improve, to ascend, is something you have or you don't.
You either have purpose, or you float through life waiting for death.
2 comments:
Speaking about striving to do something better. Are you making it down to the field of foxes to wreck new levels of havoc on your liver while ascending to even greater levels of awesomeness?
Hell yes, I will be on the outer rail, email the zoids with your cell phone. I lost my old one.
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