….the mind takes over…
That was canoe mantra for the entire period we were training for Nats (well for me at least). Let me elaborate on the wonders of this quote, so nicely printed onto to the back of our static kayak t-shirts.
First, different variations of our training schedule.
When we had school, it was usually 2 gym, 2 water, morning run:
Tues– Morning Run
Thurs – Gym
Sat– Lornie 6km Run/ Forest 70%, 80%, 90%, 100% run, Water, Afternoon Water
During June/ December holidays, we spent our entire day at macritchie. Going for morning run, then paddling, having lunch, sleeping at mushroom cafe, followed by afternoon paddling. Sometimes we had to go to school to gym instead of a second paddling session (this was the killer 9 times a week training) :
Mon -Land, Water
Tues – Water, Water
Wed – Water
Thurs – Water, Land
Fri – Water, Water
Before Nats, we had water Mon-Sat. You finish at 430, you rush down to paddle as much as you can and do after water programme.
We ran ~10km, paddled > 30km, did > 400 pull ups, 1000000 push ups, gazillion box pulls a week.
But it was all good because we were doing it as a team and every one was going through the same shit as you. I loved to run, I loved paddling in my k2, k4 (not k1 fk k1) and something that was so physically AND mentally exhausting was actually made enjoyable (somewhat, i probably hated it while we were paddling 18km or doing 20x500m sprints). But at least feeling accomplished at the end of trainings made every thing worth it.
Even FOOD BAN. I REFRAINED FROM EATING MY CHICKEN CHIP KAYA WAFFLE FOR 5 MONTHS. 5 MONTHS. I ate salad, porridge, wraps AND NO MAKAN BAGUS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF FOOD BAN. No sweet drinks, no fried food. NONE. And I attribute that to wanting to cleanse my body from grease and fats so that we could do well for Nats. I guess that motivation is a lot stronger than wanting to lose weight because trying to exercise now and control my diet is DISASTROUS.
There is no self control, there is no will power. WHAT happened to the power of the mind? )-: its hard to do things alone, without a purpose and loving food.
I used to be able to push myself so hard during runs just because I wanted to reach first, or because I couldn’t give up and had to lead by example. Pushed myself until I almost blacked out, until I’m about to puke, until I can’t even move. Now whenever I’m slightly tired, I just TAKE A BREAK. excuses. But it really is very hard.
I get so revolted by the way my body looks now, so nauseated by how lazy my movements are. How fat my arms are, delts aren’t rock hard, lats are covered with a layer of fat, stomach isn’t toned but instead a pudge, cellulite all over my thighs, flabby calves, sausage like forearms, no sharp jaw line, JUST FAT. And I’m motivated to exercise when I look in the mirror. But its not enough. It will never be enough because I can’t exercise like we did in canoe. (spoken by a fellow sportsperson, ex softball player).
tb to toner, leaner days