I have found quite suddenly that my limitations start EXACTLY where my fears begin. Let’s work on being brave. Being brave doesn’t mean not be scared, it means pushing forward in spite of those fears. That is powe
What’s the worst that could happen? I pass out, I fall over? Not the end of the world. I realized that my belief about myself during training was not one of confidence. I was always second guessing myself and planning to fail before I even tried a heavy lift. I felt bad about struggling through these workouts. But, I decided to shift that energy and get a grip. Let’s change the vocabulary here. Not struggling, working hard. Damn hard. And that is something I am proud of. I am giving it everything I have, each rep, each weight lifted. I have nothing to feel bad about when I have left it all there! So when i find myself lying on the turf panting and muscles sore, I know i gave it my all. And that sense of accomplishment is the ultimate reward!
I am excited about my training again. Looking forward to challenges and excited about what this year will hold. My training translated to how I live in my daily life. Pushing myself to greater limits and surprising myself with how much life I have when I am brave enough to live it.