What good are standards, when half assed sometimes feels like its plenty enough?
I watched a badass athlete bang a workout that I’d done earlier that day. It got me thinking…
It was a basic three round couplet of 20 power cleans and 60 double unders. As I set the bar and began my lifts, 20 seemed COMPLETELY unreasonable. I was able to do them unbroken that round but not for the subsequent two.
It was hard.
Then came the jumproping…my head started getting louder at this time. It’s a voice I’ve grown intimate with. I argue with it. Cuss it. See the reasonableness of it…sometimes I even agree with it.
I never let my body follow its advice though. I often just tell him “thanks for sharing, can we now hear from someone else in the class.” to the community that lives in my head.
Then I get dirty and grind it out. I dig. I coach myself with particular cues to think about instead. That practice takes up the space where the loudmouth usually chatters. It also gives me focus to task specific success.
I finish what I set out to do. I complete every rep with the finest form I can muster at the highest rate of speed that I’m able.
I time it.
I get a score.
I think of what I can do better next time for better performance or function.
It’s fun. That may be the most important thing…as I grind it out, I focus on my smile. It’s of great benefit. If I’m not smiling through my choices in this life, then what’s the point??
So there I am. Watching this great athletic kid do the workout I smashed earlier. He stops at 10cleans and begins his DU’s. he stops at 31 and pick the bar up.
57 doubles….he triumphantly calls out “TIME!”.
…as if a thousand things…it was enough/he’d gotten the metabolic response he was after/he was “fast”/he “won”/etc.
I grind for this reason: I want to be better than yesterday and I want to finish the hard thing. I want an honest conversation about my fitness and performance in order to meet my goals…and a THOUSAND other reasons.
…and I do it #EveryDamnDay. #StayBulletproof y’all.