I think on Wednesday, week two, I finally hit a wall. The buzz of being back “into it” had fizzled out, and I was on the verge of calling quits for the night and picking it up tomorrow. This could’ve quite easily became a slippery slope. I was exhausted and stressed. An early start at work had tired me out and I thought I didn’t have the strength to succeed.
We’ve all thought it, and I’ve done it in the past, “if I miss out tonight, I’ll work harder tomorrow.” But I’m so glad I didn’t.
I convinced myself I’d head down, after an afternoons deliberation, and admitted my thought process to Di as soon as I arrived. She explained that most people will get like that, but to work out anyway, if I still felt exhausted I am physically tired, if i feel better afterwards then I am mentally tired. Turns out I’m mentally tired because I felt great afterwards.
I think in many respects I tried harder, pushed myself more than usual, and in no time I started feeling great. I walked out of the gym feeling refreshed, invigorated and inspired, isn’t that what you want from a routine!
Hopefully I treat every wall with the respect it deserves, then climb over it like I did last night. It may seem like a small wall to some, but when you’re at the bottom trying to climb up it can seem impossible.
Last night signalled the end of week one, week two has begun, and I’m feeling stronger by the day.