At the end of last week I traveled to New York City and despite setting all kinds of intentions, no work outs got done there.
In the grand scheme of my 2012 theme being Consistency, I can handle a few missed workouts here and there -- particularly since there is a clear line between consistency and perfectionism. As long as toeing that line does not degenerate into making excuses, I'm golden.
So I acknowledged the disappointment and moved forward.
To this week -- where I faced a motivation problem. Sigh.
If this were easy everyone would do it and blah blah blah.
I get all that. I believe it. It's true.
Still sucks sometimes though.
Yesterday's workout called for 1:05 on the bike trainer with some pretty intense zone 3 work. Ugh. Sigh.
Tony came over to do it with me.
We popped Breaking Away into the dvd player and got started. Badly. My energy level felt low while my irritation level was high.
The dialogue went something like this:
Stef: I am NOT getting off the bike to deal with this.
Tony: Oh no of course not don't worry about it (smiling).
After messing around with the remote for a few minutes trying to "unfreeze" the movie I gave up and threw it as hard as I could into the chair between our two bikes]
[Shelly if you're reading this it may remind you of last May (lol). ]
The warm up was over and it was time for the first zone 3 interval.
Imagine my irritation (rage) when my heart rate would not elevate despite feeling like I was working really hard, despite the big gears and 60-75 rpms I was pushing.
The voice in my head went something like this:
What the F*#K!
You're a failure, a wimp, a loser
You haven't eaten enough, of course your body can't perform, you're so incompetent you can't even feed yourself
This is what you get for setting such high goals you're going to FAIL miserably and everyone's going to know
Major flashbacks of 2007 happened.
I mumbled something about how my heart rate wouldn't go up -- and cursed again for good measure.
Tony: You'll be okay. You know all that visual and mind stuff you do?
Tony: Do that.
Stef Thinks: Well F$*K if it was that easy everyone would do that now wouldn't they and blah blah blah.
The first zone 3 interval ended with my heart rate nowhere near zone 3.
Meanwhile, Tony had gotten off his bike and was messing with the dvd player. I envied his patience -- stuff like that never phases him. He got it working again, got back on his bike and laughed with delight.
Time for the second zone 3 interval.
Heart rate stubbornly won't get into zone 3 despite the sheets of sweat that pour off me. Start to wonder if something is seriously wrong with me.
The voice (in a much nicer tone now) says: Maybe you should back off, try again another time, make the rest of the ride easy.
And that my friends, is My Clear Line. A line that, 90% of the time, for me, this year, needs to be decisively crossed. So f*@k you, undermining little voice, I'm NOT holding back. I'm forging ahead.
Holding back has caused me more pain and heartache during the last year than I can even tell you right now.
There I was, faced with crossing My Clear Line in a moment that meant everything.
Meanwhile the dvd was screwing up now multiple times and each time Tony giggled and fixed it. Getting on and off his bike. Messing with the machine. Messing with the remote. Keeping the movie going. Rolling with the punches, going with the flow.
Him doing exactly that is what helped me calm down. Helped me get into a space closer to "the zone." Helped me to summon my ample reserves to start the third zone 3 interval. And once my mind quieted, the heart responded.
Sweat pouring off
Minutes ticking by.
Doing the work.
Stubbornly forging ahead.
2 more intervals completed.
Before he went home Tony said, "I love to be here when you throw tantrums like that."
"Why??" I asked a bit nonplussed.
"Because then I get to see you pull it all together. I'm so proud of you. "
Today (a day when there are two runs on the schedule), I love seeing myself the way Tony sees me.
And let me tell you there's nothing like the satisfaction of coming out the other side of a tough workout feeling stronger than when you went in.
Have a great weekend.