I find before writing a blog post the habit is the same. I start reciting what I'm going to write and then repeat, I keep repeating over and over. Almost like muscle memory. While this occurs i go for a walk, this clears my head and allows me to concentrate and focus. I usually have the same song on repeat, this keeps me in the moment, fuels the ability to even write posts. I've been listening to this song for a couple of days and frankly it has a good topic for discussion. In my previous post I was discussing about the qualities of a soldier and I didn't manage to explain further. Mostly for 2 reasons, firstly the explanation I felt wasn't long enough for a post and secondly I still don't have all the answers. Today I'm going to discuss specifically about determination and it began Thursday last week.
Truth be told I haven't been working out for around 5 months. 5 months ago I was going 4 days a week and personally felt that I wasn't getting results. Firstly that's wrong because I now see the results of not going. Secondly I got rather sick which took me out of the gym for about 2 weeks (this began the whole not going for 5 months). Anyway, my friend managed to get me some motivation to get back, this was a Tuesday, and the 5 months of not going clearly showed when I left as a puddle after pushing myself to complete previously half of what I could do without breaking much of a sweat.
Thursday came around and my friend couldn't go due to a surprise event, I said I would go by myself; I had everything I needed, but just needed to finish the day. I looked forward to the gym to relieve stress. One of my fears unfortunately is going alone, but I placed that in the back of my head and kept going. My train was late because London public transport isn't the greatest. I managed to get a seat on the train, tired and hungry only to see somebody tucking into a very greasy and rather tempting burger. It's slight torture when you look down at your chicken salad for a pre-workout meal. Soon after I finally checked the stops that i have left...which brings me to my next hurdle.
That's when I realised I was on the wrong train. Let's recap....So I'm currently on the wrong train, late, and the worst part is that I've eaten salad (There is a meaning to this, if you have gotten this far well done). I managed to compose myself and get off the train and wait for the next one, which was the right train I needed. I managed to the gym and did my workout. I pushed myself and had fun, but did walk out looking more of a puddle than a human.
The reason why I told you this story and the way I write these posts have something in common. While I was on the train to the gym I searched up about motivation for the gym and found something different. Somebody posted explaining it's not motivation but discipline. The difference, motivation is the energy for something you want to do. But you don't have motivation in thing you don't want to do, you need to find the discipline. Sure you don't want to do it, but you have to. Take the gym/basic exercise for example? If you don't force yourself to do it, where does it leave you? A warrior need discipline (one of many factors) to achieve their goals.
Hopefully more on this soon. Currently on week 2 session 4 (tonight) after not going for 5 months.