I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career.
I’ve lost almost 300 games.
26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed.
I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life.
And that is why I succeed.
My virus has all but disappeared, so the valid excuses have dried up.
I have literally not done a drop of exercise in almost two months. I’ve enjoyed the sleep ins, and I’ve enjoyed the rest, however my rapidly decreasing physical fitness is beginning to have an impact on my body.
I am weaker, and therefore I tire more quickly as the day goes on as I battle to maintain a healthy posture. I have less energy, my concentration span is worse, I don’t sleep as well, my lower back stiffness has returned, and my agility has decreased. I know my body when it is fit, and I want to get back there again.
When all I want to do is rest after a hard days work, and kids and cleaning and this and that…
Here’s the thing. There will never be a good time.
There will never be a moment when I feel well enough or refreshed enough to wake up and want to go whilst I’m so out of the routine-So I must just throw myself in and expose myself to the pain, until it gets easier. Until the ‘pain’ is pleasurable once again.
In my mind, I was going to ‘ease into it’- It’s amazing the stories one can tell oneself when trying to avoid a so called ‘out of comfort’ experience.
“I’ll do it tomorrow”
“It’s raining today”
“…but I have to cook dinner”
“When I’m not so tired”
“When my cold goes away”
There is absolutely no easy answer.
It involves making a commitment to go, sticking to it, and working the grind, until it becomes habit-Until it becomes desirable-and it does.
The sweet idea of easing into it again was rapidly annihilated when my brother-an established cyclist, who averages 200k’s/ week-asked me to do a ride up Copperlode today. The ride up to Coperlode Dam, is a fabulous cycle if you want to cycle 17 km’s uphill with no rest. It’s advanced. Not for the faint hearted, and NOT for someone who hasn’t sat on a bike for over 4 months- Or so I kept telling myself. Lots of negative self talk happened I can tell you.
I explained to my brother that it would probably be too much for me. Either he didn’t believe me, or was insistent on me trying, I’m not sure, but he pleaded his case and I relented. Inside, I was seriously concerned that the mountain was going to eat me up and spit me back out-This is what happened.
Stay tuned for part II later tonight.