Most of the posts talk about how motivation is crap.
I agree. Sure you wake up on day one all jazzed and motivated to start a new path. You're ready. You lay everything out the night before. You have a plan.
Day two is probably more of the same. You're going to crush the day.
Maybe that lasts a week. Maybe two. But there will come a day when the alarms goes off and you think "one day of resting is fine.".
You can't count on being motivated all the time. You need discipline.
At least that is what people much smarter than me say.
I'm not going to tell you how to get motivated because I have no idea.
I only know what I do and it mostly involves name calling. By which I mean I call myself names when I think about skipping my workout. Not nice names. Names not fit for polite company.
So this post isn't about that either.
This post is about how your mindset changes over time. Sometimes without you even knowing it.
Today's workout was rough. Like "dear god why?" rough.
20 minute AMRAP (as many rounds as possible)
7 power cleans #85
200 m run
Does that sound horrible?
It should. You should see that and think "does no one love me?"
That is for sure what I thought.
I hate this kind of workout. The 20 minutes is a long time to work hard. Not to mention there was running and burpees. Two things I hate the most. Seriously I hate them. So So Very Much!!!
Here's where the mindset part comes in though.
I used to hate these workout because I was convinced I couldn't finish. Worse was the running commentary that would go through my head. Is now the time to quit? What about now? Surely the next round would be enough? everything hurts and I want to cry I can stop now right?
More often than not I would struggle till the end but it would be a constant battle in my head convincing myself I could go just one more minute.
Today though, I realized I hate this workout for a whole new reason.
I no longer think I can't finish it. I know I can finish it. I know I can make it to the end without quitting. I hate it now because I know it's going to suck every step of the way. 20 full minutes of misery. No break. No rest. Just 20 horrible minutes.
Realizing stuff like this makes me happy.
Sure motivation is crap and discipline is the key to any change but there are so many little milestones that mark your journey you just have to be aware enough to recognize them.