Saturday, May 1, 2010

Quit your bitchin

So I've been a little busy, closing one business and opening another. I am so proud of my new clients that are training hard with me and choosing a better life. I am also exhausted. But, no whining. Life is good, even when it's hard I am grateful that I have one.

I also am sore as *&@%. Oh my goodness!!! I thought I sucked for air when this first started. I tried to play soccer last night, as we all know that is my favorite thing, and I was terrible. My day had started at 3 am and I had done 12 miles and trained three clients before most of you even woke up. By the time soccer came that evening, my legs were so exhausted and body so weak that when the ball came to me, I nearly fell over from it's force... a whole 2 mph! My hamstrings hurt, my heart rate was way too fast, my back and shoulders ached, it was a mess! But, lesson here people pay attention, I did not overdo and get hurt AND I did not quit. I played at the level I could; I pushed just enough as much as I could; I enjoyed the game anyway, even if I was terrible. I slept longer today and ate recovery foods. Sore is the best feeling..

There are always things that get in the way of what you want, physically and emotionally. There will always be a reason to put off what makes you happy. They'll aways be a justification in putting off what makes you healthy. If your not the best, it doesn't mean you don't do it at all. If you aren't in shape to run, how the hell do you think you are going to get there? If you are too old, too fat, too lazy, then accept where you are and learn to like it because those excuses will never let you change. You can take solace is knowing your excuses have gotten you this far and I'm sure they'll comfort you all the way to the grave. I may be lacking that filter people use to avoid hurting others feelings, but, as we all know, I don't care.

Overweight? Do something about it. Old? You're only as old as you feel. Sick? Not as sick as me, I don't want to hear it. Depressed? Turn on a light, lace up your shoes, and walk, start somewhere!

Quit your bitchin.

In great pains,

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