Funny thing this waiting game
I’ve found myself thinking very strange thoughts. Maybe it’s a product of finally realising that if I want real results I have to give myself real expectations but over the past two weeks I’ve been thinking about all my new goals and I feel like Veruca Salt.
"I want it now!"
In the 3 years I’ve been doing this I’ve not ever thought "I want it now!". Yet here I sit, obsessing over how to meet my goals faster. I ran a timed mile today and almost threw up. I’ve never cared about a timed mile. Ever.
I’ve run plenty of 5 and 15k’s just for fun but you know, 9 minute miles are pretty near to what I’d call leisurely. I’m sick of running leisurely. I finished my 14k run in August and when i finished i thought, "i’ve still got some in the tank".
I’m sick of working out leisurely. I’m sick of looking at my workout charts, thinking "I’ve done a thousand reps this month for all different body parts and, for what?"
What have I gained? For so long I just thought, patience. Just keep doing the reps and it’ll come but now that I’ve got an image in my mind i feel possessed. Always preoccupied and just a little bit loopy with the thought of turning up to the gym one morning and know that I’m gonna walk out in an hour and a half feeling like I’ve taken it to a new level.
I’m ready to take it to a new level.
