Today was my last workout for the week. Have to go to a funeral tomorrow — and considering the circumstances, I’d rather workout. My best friend’s mom died of cancer. So it will be a sad day. But one where I celebrate the life of an incredible lady who happened to raise a fine son.
Tough workout today. There’s a magical point where you cross over from hating a workout to loving the challenge. (It took me nearly two years) But I’m there. When I started, I’d dread my workouts. The 12-weeks dragged on forever. Now — Well, now, I love it. I’m addicted. Today was TOUGH. I ran on the treadmill at 7 mph. I ran a big nipple drill (sounds painful, doesn’t it?) I zig-zagged bear crawls through cones. I ran three Gauntlet laps while holding a 25-lb. weight. (and one without it). It was tough. A real mental and physical challenge. But I did it. And you want to know how?
I kept saying to myself, “I used to weigh this much.”
It’s mental folks. The whole thing is mental.
I’m struggling with it off the court right now. Life is more challenging than it should be. Maybe it is fatigue. Maybe it is something else. But life has become hard.
It shouldn’t be.
Paul can yell at me. The coaches can correct me. That’s OK.
This all makes me tougher mentally.
And Lord knows, I need that right now.