I think I kind of dread the gym a little whenever I think of it because of the pain involved. And the thought of going into weights soon though appealing carries some fear with it as well. For one, I have become so comfortable with a certain way of lifting weights for so long (though it has way outrun it's usefulness) that the up and coming method of shocking the muscles into growth seems utterly painful.
I have been introduced to the "Body For Life" way of working out for the longest time. But I have always given the excuse that the way of doing it seems impractical in the context of the crowded gym I work out in. But very soon I will have to throw out that excuse and do whatever I can to stick to the routine if I really want to see growth.
Sometimes I wonder if all good things in life have to be obtained through pain. It seems to me that should I want to experience mediocrity there would hardly be any effort and pain involved, except for the pain of regret at the end of the road. Wish I could go back to those days when a challenge is seen as something great and an oppurtunity to overcome. Right now, I am kicking myself in the butt for many things to make sure I do not slide back to the comfort zone of the underachievers. My God! I need some motivation!
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