The training part of this blog has been severely neglected of late.
In losing my mojo, I indulged in a severe case of the why me’s:
- Why am I so fat?
- Why do I have to work at this so hard?
- Why is nothing easy?
- Why does running hurt so much?
- Why does my tummy hurt?
The answers really are pretty darned simple:
- I’m overweight because I consume too many calories.
- I have to work hard at this now because of all the other times that I didn’t work at it at all.
- If everything were easy it wouldn’t matter as much.
- Refer back to points 1,2 and 3.
- Because I’m still eating wheat even though I know it doesn’t like me.
So this morning I dragged myself out of my warm bed and fronted up at the gym at half past sparrows fart. It was still dark and the windscreen was frosty. But the gym was full- with all these other people who had to have gotten up even earlier. I didn’t hear any of them grumbling- they were just getting on with it.
Which is what I did. Once the work was done, it was done.
It could have been worse. I might have had to do what I used to do ie get showered, dressed, made up and carry half a tonne of luggage back to the car before getting into Sydney peak hour for the trip to a job I didn’t like.
In fact, when looked at in that way, there is very little that I do these days that I don’t want to do. So seriously, I’m pretty lucky. And, it will get easier- although that isn’t the point.
Motivation is like that. We look for it and find excuses for it, but at the end of the day, motivation is what provides the initial spark…turning up every day is what finishes the job. And that is exactly what it is- something we do every day- like showering…and we certainly don’t need motivation to do that…although some people need to (eeeeuw).
Since finishing my partition job at Christmas, I have been on one long holiday, when in fact, it isn’t. This is now my new normal. This is now my working day, my office, my routine. Exercise is integral to me to stay creative. It is integral to writers because we, well, write so much.
Anyways, I think I’ve found my mojo again- it wasn’t lost after all- someone must have broken in and taken it and then broke back in and replaced it because it was right where I left it all along.