Me: 4:30 a.m. - I can't believe I'm up this early. It's Saturday. I'm tired.
Myself: Get up. Start your day. You have tons to do.
I: Ugh. Fine. Ouch. My thighs are sore. OMG my shoulders! I can barely move my arms.
Myself: Suck it up! Just move, you'll loosen up.
Me: I have 1 hour left to do to meet my cardio target of the week; I've also got 10 km to complete. Shit.
Myself: Go now. Get it done.
I: But I'm tired. I can go later in the day. My body is sore. Shouldn't I listen to my body and rest? Rest isn't bad, is it?
Myself: *Eye roll*
Me: Hurry up and make a decision about what you want to do. You've got breakfast with the in-laws and parents at 9:00 a.m. Are you going to work out or not?
Myself: Go now. You know you'll be tired later. Get it over and done with.
I: {As I grumpily put on my gym clothes} I don't know if I can do 10 km today. I can barely walk. Besides. Saturdays are usually my day off.
Myself: You already took Wednesday off! Just go and do what you can. Aim for an hour, and then if you're really sore/hurting, you can stop. You have to complete the first hour.
I: You're a militant bitch.
Myself: *Smug smile*
Me: 6:15 a.m. - Lovely having the gym to myself early in the morning.
Myself: Get started. Stop wasting time.
I: Maybe I should use this time to organize my gym locker.
Myself: Stop procrastinating and get started!
I: OKAY! Stop being such a bully.
I get on the cross-trainer and start. My legs feel like they're made of cement. It is SO hard to move them. I just want to cry.
Myself: Are you serious? You've just started and you want to cry? Keep moving!
I: I can't. I'm tired. This hurts. It's impossible.
Myself: Of course you can. Your legs will loosen up as you warm-up. You'll feel so much better soon.
I: I don't think I can manage an hour let alone 10 km. It's just too difficult.
Myself: Seriously? And you think you're going to be able to do CrossFit? You can't move for a measly hour? Suck.It.Up!
I: *grumble*
I hit 2.5 km and I'm starting to feel a bit better though I was struggling. My heart rate was higher than it usually was at this intensity. Still, I pushed through.
5 km rolls around and I'm feeling much better. My legs still hurt like hell, but it's getting easier.
8 km and I'm excited. The 'finish line' is just around the corner.
1 hr & 15 minutes; 10 km -- done. I finished both my cardio and distance target for the week.
Myself: See, aren't you proud of yourself?
I: {Reluctantly} Yes.
Me: Can't help but smile.
I'm glad that I pushed through and did the 10 km. At the very least it just proved to me that I can do it. I am all for listening to your body; at times rest is definitely important. I do think, however, that sometimes you can push through and achieve something you didn't think was possible.
Despite the headache that my inner dialogue gave me, I have to thank "Myself" for sticking to the plan and pushing 'Me' to get the task done.
The only question I'm left with now is -- Will this soreness ever go away?
Myself: Get up. Start your day. You have tons to do.
I: Ugh. Fine. Ouch. My thighs are sore. OMG my shoulders! I can barely move my arms.
Myself: Suck it up! Just move, you'll loosen up.
Me: I have 1 hour left to do to meet my cardio target of the week; I've also got 10 km to complete. Shit.
Myself: Go now. Get it done.
I: But I'm tired. I can go later in the day. My body is sore. Shouldn't I listen to my body and rest? Rest isn't bad, is it?
Myself: *Eye roll*
Me: Hurry up and make a decision about what you want to do. You've got breakfast with the in-laws and parents at 9:00 a.m. Are you going to work out or not?
Myself: Go now. You know you'll be tired later. Get it over and done with.
I: {As I grumpily put on my gym clothes} I don't know if I can do 10 km today. I can barely walk. Besides. Saturdays are usually my day off.
Myself: You already took Wednesday off! Just go and do what you can. Aim for an hour, and then if you're really sore/hurting, you can stop. You have to complete the first hour.
I: You're a militant bitch.
Myself: *Smug smile*
Me: 6:15 a.m. - Lovely having the gym to myself early in the morning.
Myself: Get started. Stop wasting time.
I: Maybe I should use this time to organize my gym locker.
Myself: Stop procrastinating and get started!
I: OKAY! Stop being such a bully.
I get on the cross-trainer and start. My legs feel like they're made of cement. It is SO hard to move them. I just want to cry.
Myself: Are you serious? You've just started and you want to cry? Keep moving!
I: I can't. I'm tired. This hurts. It's impossible.
Myself: Of course you can. Your legs will loosen up as you warm-up. You'll feel so much better soon.
I: I don't think I can manage an hour let alone 10 km. It's just too difficult.
Myself: Seriously? And you think you're going to be able to do CrossFit? You can't move for a measly hour? Suck.It.Up!
I: *grumble*
I hit 2.5 km and I'm starting to feel a bit better though I was struggling. My heart rate was higher than it usually was at this intensity. Still, I pushed through.
5 km rolls around and I'm feeling much better. My legs still hurt like hell, but it's getting easier.
8 km and I'm excited. The 'finish line' is just around the corner.
1 hr & 15 minutes; 10 km -- done. I finished both my cardio and distance target for the week.
Myself: See, aren't you proud of yourself?
I: {Reluctantly} Yes.
Me: Can't help but smile.
I'm glad that I pushed through and did the 10 km. At the very least it just proved to me that I can do it. I am all for listening to your body; at times rest is definitely important. I do think, however, that sometimes you can push through and achieve something you didn't think was possible.
Despite the headache that my inner dialogue gave me, I have to thank "Myself" for sticking to the plan and pushing 'Me' to get the task done.
The only question I'm left with now is -- Will this soreness ever go away?
I have conversations like this all the time!!! :) This morning was definitely one of those times. I wish myself and me would have pushed harder though.
ReplyDeleteThat soreness... nope. Never. Stretch, Foam roller, Massage therapist, Hot tub and a day off here and there have always been helpful though. :)
I'm pleased to say that I have gotten stronger over the past year and a half. Before it was really easy for me to just ignore all those inner voices and stay home.
DeleteSoreness is a bit better today (just a bit) :)
I love your serious conservation with yourself. Mine are usually so wimpy. Me: I'll get my exercise in as soon as I finish reading some blogs. Myself: Okay.
ReplyDeleteThat was before I entered the challenge and made an actual commitment to getting in some exercise every week. Still, my old procrastinating self wants to do the exercise AFTER I do something else. You're doing great!!!
Lol Caron. I think you're doing a great job too! :)
DeleteOh I love your inner dialogue with yourself... it sounds just like the one I have with myself regularly, except I'm not nearly as nice to my lazy self!
ReplyDeleteNice job on the 10 km!
Thanks Kris!
DeleteSometimes I do have to take it up a notch to kick that lazy self's ass ;)
This is great!!!
ReplyDeleteSo now - quickly, without thinking it over to much - which character is the TRUEST you? The bully or the whiner?
The bully :)
DeleteI used to be the whiner that pretended to be the bully, but now I definitely bully myself more (but not in a negative self-hating way) :)
Haha I loved this post! Good on you, I think my inner voices need to take a lesson from yours!
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