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Focused // The Day You Stop Looking Back

Focused // The Day You Stop Looking Back

    Yes, I did get the idea for this post from Thomas Rhett's song! You might be wondering why there was no post yesterday, and I honestly don't have a good reason for not taking the time to write something. Actually, scratch that, I have several reasons (ranging from not that good to what the @#!$ does that have to do with blogging). Things got a little bit sloppy/crazy on Friday night, so naturally Saturday's workout was a struggle. From the running 7 miles to the lifting and core exercises, clearly 4 beers is way, way over my limit. Plus, I am still milking the whole "recovering from my scary/very serious fall on Friday"for all its worth. Thankfully, I woke up this morning at 4:20 a.m. ready to kick butt and give 300%.

    I am that crazy person who gives the music they listen to while working out/running way more credit for keeping my motivated/helping me reach PRs than I probably should. But, every time that song comes on by Thomas Rhett I get so freaking amped up and feel like I can literally do anything (like run 8.1 miles even though my legs felt like cement blocks this morning). I feel like this song definitely speak to what I touched on in Friday's post, not letting negative experiences/people impact your current actions/mindset. Yeah sure I really, really wanted to stop at 6.5 miles because my calves felt super tight and my left hip is still being stupid no matter how much foam rolling/stretching I do. I told myself that settling for less than 8 miles was perfectly fine, that running through the pain probably wasn't the smartest idea in the world.But, at the end of the day, I didn't want to settle for anything less than giving it everything I had, and if that meant being in pain then so be it.

    Usually during times like this, and just long runs in general, I find my mind wandering a lot. I am the type of person who thinks that these runs are meant for me to either deal with my problems/stress or pretend that I'm running away from them. Typically, it's the former that I fall victim to. I don't focus on form/pace/etc. I try to solve anything and everything that is stressing me out. And trust me, after Friday nights craziness, I had a whole lot on my mind that needed overanalyzing. I spent all of Saturday's long run trying to find some type of solution or logical explanation, and of course I didn't find one that required anything less than a freaking time machine. So, by this morning, I was ready to just say screw it and run just to run. No clue how far I'd make it or how fast I'd be able to go. I just wanted to focus on having fun and really being in the moment, and actually enjoying the pain (at least for a second or two).

    And when that T-Rhett song came on I was just like, "Yes, this is the advice you need to be applying to your life right here, right now." There is no point stressing over things that are in the past, it's history now and there's no changing things now. And living in the past is only stopping you from enjoying the present and planning for the future. I didn't run all that fast this morning, and I am 100% okay with that. Because I know that I gave everything I had to this run, and overcoming the mental battle of whether or not to really push myself to that point where everything hurts.

    Focus. Clearly, I had that going for me on this mornings run. Which, by the way/in case you actually care, is the farthest I have ever ran in my life. 9 miles here we come!! I was in such a good mood after this run, and feeling way more confident than normal. A complete 180 from how I felt during Friday and Saturday's workout. I was unsure of how today's lifting session would go or how busy the gym would be. Today was another first, the first time I had lifted three days in a row. And of course all 3 days were 90% arm stuff. I didn't know how long my runners high would last or if my body was really ready for day number three of training arms. I went in with the expectation that things would be tough, without even considering that fact that I might be just as self-conscious as I had been during Friday's lift. My only goal was to stay focused on: myself, my workout, and having that mind-muscle connection that I so often lack when I'm not lifting in an empty gym.

    For the first hour of so, I had the entire free weight section of the gym to myself. I had no problem keeping the focus on my workout or being self-conscious (I mean who could be self-conscious in a size XL long sleeve and running tights?!). Then, a few guys headed back to the free weight section where I was at, and of course my immediate reaction was to finish the exercise I was on, grab my shit, and head out of there to the machine area. But, then I reminded myself of how I did that on Friday and ended up regretting it and feeling like shit about it. I stayed, and finished the exercises I needed to do and then moved on to doing my machine work. This was such a huge victory for me, you have no idea. I always avoid lifting in that section of the gym when there's either a bunch of people/ or guys that I don't know. It is such a bad habit of mine, and one I am trying to break.

    The rest of my workout flew by. I gave my 300% and got in a solid two hours of lifting. I didn't once feel self-conscious or like I would have preferred to have the gym to myself. Because with how focused I was, it felt like I was the only person in the gym. And that's the focus I have been struggling to find for what feel like forever. Overall, today was probably the best workout I have had since that day this past summer when I broke in my new running shoes and ran 6 miles in like 53:40. I did things today that I didn't think I was capable of, both physically and mentally. And although I'm dreading going back to treadmill running come Tuesday morning, I know it's just a matter of time before I'm reunited with the streets and sidewalks that I have become so familiar with.

    I guess I'm starting to get comfortable with being uncomfortable. Which is exactly what I need to help accomplish all of my goals in life, both fitness related and otherwise. Genuinely looking forward to tomorrow's run, even though I know my legs are gonna be sore. I'm going to savor every minute, every step of this one, because it will be the last one for awhile. Fingers cross for no falls or surprises on this run!
No Regrets, No Excuses

No Regrets, No Excuses

Disappointed...But Not Surprised.

Disappointed...But Not Surprised.