Another day on this journey, and today it’s raining
So Ive come to that part of the day where i slow down, relieve stress, and reflect what has happened to me recently.
For those of you who have never followed any of my blogs I am a very busy college student, but a very serious weight room addict. I work on average 35 hours a week in a warehouse, and am a full-time student at NC State university studying a double major in Electrical and computer engineering. Needless to say, i’m a busy guy.
I take every day at the gym, actually not just the gym, but every day, as a journey towards a better me. This journey does not involve side trips, or stops along the way, I never get lost, and I never stray my path. I am focused and determined, but sometimes the weather is bad on this road.
You have to understand that when I am at the weightroom, I am not your average joe, just kinda going through the motions, doing his workouts and leaving. I have come to a realization that this is my time, my time to take full advantage of all that is before me. My energy level is out the roof, I am excited, yet focused, crazed, yet still sane. Today should have been no different, when I got to the weightroom though an air of strange tiredness had come over me. I had been working my body full tilt, staying up very late to finish projects after getting off of work at 1 am. Waking up early to go to class then back to work afterwards, my body wasnt agreeing with my mental state.
Today was chest, nothing gets me more excited than pounding out some well deserved reps, but my rep count dropped dramatically. Instead of 5×5 with 5 pounds more then I did last week, I could only complete the first set, then I got no more. I was confused, irritated, mad. When I realized I was dozing off in the weightroom thats when I realized I was in for a hard day.
Times like these, help define us, make us who we are. I could only think of one thing, and that was my old wrestling coach, yelling at me, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?! YOUR WASTING EVERYONES F#$%ing TIME!". Yeah, he was a great guy, ha. I strode on with my partner and we finished the workout, he tried to help pump me, but it was too late. I let my mental drop down to the state of my physical. I pushed myself in front of the bus and begged it to hit me. I had done the workout, I completed the day, but I might as well have not come and rested, It was a very shocking day.
I refuse to not learn from every day, and today I learned a hard lesson. I am not invincible, the weight room pealed back a layer of invincibility and showed that I was just another person, not a God, not a robot, not a machine. I cannot go in just expecting the world to kneel before me. I have to make time for rest, I have to give my body a chance to fight back. I may not be invincible, but the hell if Im not going to fight until I am.
