But dam’… it was tempting to go through the motions this morning.
I’m whupped. Tired. Exhausted. Spent. Wiped out. Beat.
Today was our fifth day of PLS this week. We normally do four — but we’re making up a snow/ice day this week. In the past three weeks, I have done 13 days of PLS training, run 13, 14, 4.4., 5.5. and 5.5 miles and rested three days. My legs are mush. My brain is right behind my legs.
I would have been tempting to go through the motions this morning. But I didn’t.
Why? One, there is such as thing as personal responsibility. If I’m going to show up, I’m going to do the work. Two, I’ve found that most of my injuries come when I am not giving 100%. As soon as I slack off or don’t do an exercise properly, I get hurt.
So I pushed today. Thankfully I didn’t get hurt. But man o’ man, I was tired.
Back in the Stone Age, when I played football, my coach did a drill to teach us to always think when you are tired. You did silent jumping jacks and you had to stop all in unison or you added a jumping jack. In between, the coach ran our butts off. So you didn’t want to be adding more. You had to focus even when your tongue was dragging.
You have to think when you are tired. You have to find that special something inside of you that keeps pushing you when you are exhausted. Life doesn’t give you rest breaks.
But I’d love to take one right now. I’m exhausted and want to crawl onto the floor and sleep. But I have a busy day ahead of me.
That’s the discipline I need to succeed. But I do look forward to resting on Sunday.