I wrote about this a few times on my socials. I did a video too. I was talking to myself, but it was a strong message.
Stop acting like a baby and throwing your toys out the pram or sulking like a child when things don’t go your way. Grow up.
Training is in a meh period. It’s ok to be fair, but I drive such high standards that I still act like when I was competing when it comes to quality of sessions.
It’s pass. And then I’ll enter a better period. I know that.
The rowing once a week has battered me. Sounds mad right? Just once a week and i’m battered! But that’s the intensity of those pieces. They’re maximal effort.
Now your idea of maximal effort v’s mine is probably different. It’s utterly utterly savage. Mentally and physically being able to take your body and mind to a place unfathomable to most.
And it beats you up, hard.
Watching me probably looks in control. And it is I suppose. But that’s years of experience. Years of being able to take yourself to dark places. And it’s not anywhere near what I used to be able to do. I’m not talking time, pace or performance here. I’m talking mentally.
Having the mentally capacity to do that to yourself is tough. And this week I’ve felt it, big time.
Yes I could improve nutrition plus sleep is appalling right now, but that’s for another time.
It’s tough because it’s been nearly a decade. And a lot has happened in 10 years and it ain’t all pretty.
Dark periods. Full time rehab. Drinking. Angry. Mental health, anxiety, depression, the lot. So the mind is not where it used to be.
But I’ll tell you this. I surprised myself. I wrote that in my last blog. Not just what I was able to do pace wise, but also going into the dark place.
I’m proud of myself to be honest.
It build character and strength. And from strength comes courage and the ability to do it again and build.
It’s always a chase. A game. But I f*cking love playing!
Chat soon.
Coach OO.
