When you are ready to give up, remember why you started! This week has been mentally tough. With about a year left in my doctorate degree I find myself asking, why did I start this, what am I doing it for? On Saturday, on my flight back from Mexico, I had a passenger tell me I reminded him so much of his daughter. What was this guy talking about I thought? We barely shared any conversation, but after we did get to talking, it was like he knew the struggles I was going through as his daughter did the same. It’s like I’m so close to the finish, but I just can’t get there. Working out is my outlet and I think I would lose my sanity if I stopped going to the gym or running.
My classes are normally 8 weeks long and assignments are due every week and I take it day by day. Each day I assign myself something to do and when Monday rolls around I usually have a paper to finish due that night! The countdown is on and I strive for perfection (especially since I am the one paying for it). Comparitive with the work I put into my classes I push myself even harder at the gym.
I would say I’ve always been in “decent” shape. When I amp up for a race I can see results and that drives me. With about one year till I finish my degree and its about to be the last year of my twenties, I decided its time to be in better shape than “decent.” When I get my results back from my assignments and they are A’s I get really excited. I feel the same way when I see results at the gym. I love the way I feel after a great run or kickboxing class. Coming home with a bag full of sweaty gym clothes is like receiving an A on a paper and I just want more. Seeing positive results is an addiction and I can’t just be mediocore. I don’t depend on anyone to motivate me, but myself. I’m taking this journey by myself to become the better me! Come along if you like, its going to be an exciting and challenging transformation!
Meet me in the gym!