Something odd came to my attention about my behavior in the gym today. I seem to have this habit of acting like I am trying to do the least amount of work possible. I make fun of myself...call myself fat (which I am) and slow (only with certain things) and old (46 isn't really old) and lazy.
I realized today as I was flipping a tire that if I were a coach...I wouldn't want me for a client.
I do work hard.
I know I can't reach for the goals I have if I were REALLY trying to skip workouts, or pieces of workouts, or if I always went easy. Maybe I do this to give myself and "out" if I fail. Like failing isn't inevitable! I know that. In reality...I do push myself. Today was a really good example of that. I worked my ass off.
This reminds me a little of the blog wrote about using the phrase, "not bad, for a..." every time I talked about an accomplishment.
I have worked that phrase out...perhaps it is time to stop acting like I don't work hard.
Maybe BJ and Will put up with me because they see that I work hard regardless of the crap that comes out of my pie hole.
So...I am sorry coachy coaches if I come off like I don't want to work, or if my undercutting myself undercuts you....that's what bothers me about this the most. I feel like I have disrespected you by disrespecting the work you put into my health and success as a thrower. I do love to be pushed...by you, by me; I do love the workouts.
Thanks again for putting up with me, your fat, sometimes slow, middle aged, strong, sometimes quick, loves to sweat, and will try anything new, client.