Cross training shamoz…

I run but I realise it’s not all I should do. Nope. You gotta do some other stuff too apparently. It’s all about that long line that runs from the top of your head to the bottom of your foot. It’s all connected and if you just run it’s like ‘Hallo injuries’. For realz.

I’m mean, I get it, you’re out there running 3 or 4 times a week and you are a legend. You are. But you have got to do some other stuff too or you’re heading straight into trouble. Maybe not for a while. But eventually you’re gonna be messed up. This is why I drag myself 3 times a week to fling tyres around my gym. Well it’s one of the reasons. I was doing gym stuff before I started running, well just before, so I fell into a routine quite easily. It’s a good routine to get into to avoid some of the injuries, strengthen other parts of your hot bod and generally make you a stronger runner. So worth a thought.

But that isn’t the only reason I go to my gym. Nahhhh. I go because it’s a bloody good laugh. You get some good characters at gyms. I like the people who come and go but I am especially keen on the hardcore group who hang around. We have a good hardcore group. I guess I don’t know any of them massively well on a personal level but there is a camaraderie within a 30 min session that makes you think you could probably go on holiday with these people and have a great time.

Something I notice about the hardcore group is they ain’t whingers. They just don’t do that, the people that come and go might do that but the ones that don’t stay. This says a lot about a person I reckon. I’m keen on the non whingers but I am also keen on a bit of wailing in a non whinge fashion. I’m cool with that. I totes wail sometimes.

I guess it’s like a community. Some people go to church, we go to gym. It’s all the same in a random way. I’ve often wondered why some people keep going and some people give up. I think one of the reasons is that it’s bloody hard. It’s hard to drag yourself out of bed, hard to know you’re going to be sore, hard to commit etc.

So I started thinking about that more driving to work the other day. I have like 25 mins or so to work out all the important shit in the world. I’ve thought about this before, along with which parts of the world may still be untouched by fucking Coca Cola and stuff like that.

So I reckon when you first start some sort of fitness journey or whatever you want to call it. It might be any self improvement thing but it works with fitness stuff well. At first you are really motivated by other people. That might be your trainer, your family, your mates etc. They are cheering you on, you’re seeing some results. There is this outside force.

Eventually it just becomes a thing you do. The cheering isn’t quite so loud. You are just dragging your ass out of bed and going for a run or whatever with no cheering. There might be some cheering, that’s why people post their runs etc sometimes. Or they might just post for their own accountability. Either way is cool.

So then there is a stage where something else comes in. I reckon this is the magic bit. It’s the bit where it becomes more of an inside thing rather than an outside thing. Like it becomes so important to you that it actually doesn’t matter about the cheering. The cheering is nice but it’s insignificant. It’s about your own goals, your own successes and your own challenges. So something changes. These are the people that stick around.

I’m sure some sort of sports psychologist has written about this FAR more articulately than me! Yes! But it’s interesting right, to try and work out what makes people stick stuff out. I AM TOTALLY FASCINATED!

It’s probably relevant in heaps of things.

You may have just wasted 10 mins of your life reading this. But these are totally my thoughts today.

What do you think? 😎



Categories: Crossfit/Gym

2 replies

  1. Yep, totally. For me the reality of the middle age spread was a starter. I’ve never had to worry about gaining weight – one of those people that get called a ‘bitch’ – just lucky I guess. But not so much in middle age – the weight started creeping up. And then I read this article about being fit in middle age almost certainly guarantees a healthy retirement. I thought about my poor super-fit husband becoming a carer to unfit, frail me (and fat) in our retirement. It scared me a bit. I’ve loved the personal challenge of sticking with something fitness related, for the first time in years. It feels great – and that’s a bit addictive!

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