When I was out cycling with my cousin last week I was trying to figure out my new bike – the gears, the clip in pedals etc, he was trying to have me do that AND push me.
He kept saying how I wasn’t even out of breath, how he doesn’t think I’ve ever actually been out of breath in my life.
1- I don’t think that’s true even in the slightest
2 – he made me realize I wasn’t training hard enough. I’m not out of breath every time.
I’m not pushing myself the maximum of my capability, just to the very tippy top of my comfort level. This is unacceptable. I’m not saying I want to push myself to an unhealthy level, but I need to start pushing myself harder and I need to be breathless at the end of a workout or – more importantly – in between.
In a class, instructors give you recovery periods. This shouldn’t be a reward for being half assed, this is supposed to be a literal recovery period from pushing your absolute hardest.
Your legs can run faster and longer than your mind allows, they can also push that bike up that hill and keep your legs moving after you’ve hit the top.
It’s your mind that’s telling you no. It’s your mind that’s keeping you in bed, it’s your mind that’s not letting you hit that extra distance, those next pounds. Whatever.
I’m tired of working out in a mediocre manner, I want to push myself like an athlete when I’m going because why not? I may not get athlete numbers, and athleticism may take genetics or intense training, but being an athlete is a mentality. One that you can have just by being you.