Motivation is like a shower, or so I was told. It doesn't last long so you have to shower yourself in it every day. I don't know how I feel about that analogy but today I definitely lacked in motivation.
Hey, I love working out but I have my excuses to as to why I don't want to.
I am human, just like you... true fact 101.
I spent my entire day crunching numbers, trying to make that particular space I saw the other day work with my budget. I really need to kill the numbers so that I can sell it to my investors and let them see that it's going to work. It's totally do-able. Anyways, after hours upon hours of sitting at the computer punching away at the numbers, I took a break for lunch, returned to working on them, and then 7:50pm crept up on me without me really realizing it.
I had scheduled to do sprint training with the Makati Runners Club at 8:30pm which meant I had to leave my condo around 8:15pm. But it was already 7:50pm and I was no where mentally in the zone to get up and exhaust myself at training. I hate sprints, I absolutely hate them, so on days when I do sprints I need to be extra motivated.
My motivation level today was in the minus numbers, seriously... honestly.
I laid there on my bed with Balboa sleeping between my legs and my running shorts on, contemplating if I was going to go train.
I went.
"You'll feel better after you get in a good workout," Skittles told me.
So did I feel better after killing it on sprints? No but I did have moments of fun while doing it. I like the club I run with. I only see them once a week so we always have lots to say and catch up on as we do our warm-up lap and stretching before the sprints. Tonight a beginner runner had joined us. He's never done sprints before but ran fast so he was my competition for tonight.
I actually felt worse after that training session than had I not even gone.
We did four laps of sprints, a recovery lap around the outside border of the park and then we did four more laps of sprints. On the fourth lap of the first set, I really pushed myself beyond that what was comfortable. I wasn't going to let that new guy beat me and I wasn't going to let those in front of me, random strangers jogging, stay in front of me. So I picked up my knees extra high, really focused on keeping a strict, tight form and I blazed it. I ran past everyone. I flew. I reached the end line and felt my stomach coming up my throat. I wanted to puke.
Upon returning home, I showered and then downed a protein shake but struggled with drinking it because my stomach was so off. I had pushed myself well beyond my comfort zone which basically is the point and the goal of sprint training but I had taken it to a whole other level.
I laid in my bed curled up and nauseous.
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