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IT'S NOT ALL BAD // ACCEPTING THE THINGS YOU CAN'T CONTROL

IT'S NOT ALL BAD // ACCEPTING THE THINGS YOU CAN'T CONTROL

It really isn’t that bad when things, for better or for worse, don’t work out the way you expected them too.

For instance, since we’ve had a pretty mild winter in Iowa during November and December…I was banking on that trend continuing into 2019. And, with it, an almost total and completed avoidance from treadmill running aside from an occasional weekly indoor run. The last time I ran outside was January 11th, 6 days ago. On top of that, I honestly can’t even recall when the last time was that I ran over 6 miles. Probably late October or early November. Still, running on the treadmill (seriously!) hasn’t been that bad. Like, I think I’ve finally gotten to a point where it doesn’t piss me off or limit my performance whatsoever.

This week, I had two back to back fast treadmill runs in a row. That, is not something I am used to at all. Especially, when the treadmills at my gym are super close to the windows and your only real choices for scenery are yourself and the treadmill screen. My latest run, yesterday’s 9:15 paced 4 miler, took more out of me that any run so far this year. The first couple of miles felt good, but those last 2 miles at sub 9:22 pace, and then working my way up to 7 miles per hour towards the very end, really did a number on me. Then, I had to train legs immediately afterwards and basically felt like I was going to throw up or pass out the entire time.

This is the one and only time in my many years of working out+ running, that I was at a loss for what to do. Doing the leg machines wasn’t a huge issue, because I was sitting down. But, the minute I had to do my high volume super set (alternating between 2-3 exercises with minimal break/rest time in between) of back squats and front squats, I knew the next 75 or so minutes were going to be awful. I only did something like 4 sets of squats, but had to take a break between each set to sit on the floor and slow my breathing. I was only able to work up to 85 pounds on squats, which isn’t super heavy considering my back squat max is 195 lbs. and my front squat max is 155.

Nevertheless, I chalked yesterday’s workout and run as a win because no matter how tired or crappy I felt, I remained positive and put the work in.

When I woke up this morning at 4 a.m., all I wanted to do was turn off my alarm and go back to bed. I hadn’t slept super well and (shocker) was not too thrilled about having to run on the treadmill for the umpteenth time in a row this month. However, I had slept in my workout clothes and knew I only had 3 mile to do today, so I got up anyway. By the time 5:03 a.m. rolled around, I was out the door and looking forward to my workout way more than I had just an hour before. Even, when I got to the gym and noticed that there weren’t any treadmills open, I didn’t panic. I just told myself that if I drove around for 5 or 10 minutes something would open up.

I mean after all, I had done everything right. I slept in my workout clothes. I got out of bed in the early morning hours, despite not wanting to, and I left the house just after 5 a.m. I deserved to be rewarded with a coveted spot on one of the two completely functioning treadmills. So, when I spent 40 minutes driving around without getting that coveted spot, I went home. I didn’t want to, but I felt like it was my only choice. I know I perform my best when I get my run in before I lift. It’s just a tried and tested fact. Also, I wasn’t in the most happiest and upbeat of moods after killing so much time waiting on a treadmill to become available.

In hindsight, I definitely wish I had just went in, lifted, and then ran if a treadmill was open. I mean, it was only 3 miles today. That, would have been more of the “accepting things you can’t control” mindset that I’ve been trying to employ this year. However, I am at least happy that I didn’t just say screw it and run outside on the ice coated streets. That would have been incredibly risky and also just plain stupid. Also, reflecting back now, I have literally no idea why I would ever think that I deserve treadmill time over anyone else who has the dedication and drive to wake up at 4 or 5 a.,m. just to workout. d

EVERY SINGLE DAY COUNTS // #MONDAYMOTIVATION

EVERY SINGLE DAY COUNTS // #MONDAYMOTIVATION

WHAT SELF IMPROVEMENT MEANS TO ME // LOVE YOURSELF

WHAT SELF IMPROVEMENT MEANS TO ME // LOVE YOURSELF