Confession: I Hate Exercising
There’s something I need to get off my chest.
I hate exercising.
Only some of the time. Like yesterday, I had a lower body workout planned and there were a million other things I’d rather be doing. Watching paint dry was one of them.
I really didn’t want to train.
But I did anyway - sort of.
I scrapped one set of squats and one set of deadlifts off the plan. That was my negotiation with myself, “You can do a little less, but you still have to train.”
The happens more often then I’d like to admit.
Sometimes I get into the groove and still complete the whole planned session. Others I stop a short as I told myself I would.
But I always train.
There are a few big reasons why I do:
1. Exercise makes you feel bloody amazing after your done. I know this as do all of my clients. Doing the session can be tough, mentally and physically, but the sense of satisfaction, the endorphin release afterwards and the accomplishment can’t be compared to anything else.
2. Filling up the tank with $5 is better than running on empty. Doing something is better than nothing. If you’re sleepy, sore or plain old tired there’s always something to be gained - even if it’s some stretching and 15-minutes on the bike.
3. I know I’ve never regretted a workout. I’ve regretted NOT working out plenty of times.
4. Most of the time, I’m already at the gym. This can be the hardest part for many, the first step of leaving the house/office and heading to the gym. I’m lucky I can’t use this excuse because once you’re through those doors you’re halfway done already.
5. My goals require me to train. And if I want to achieve them I'm going to have to suck it up and put off some short-term gratification for long-term success.
This all might sound odd coming from a personal trainer. I’m human too. Even though I do these weird sled pushes, powerlifting comps and marathons, my motivation still comes in ebbs and flows.
I’d confidently say about half the time I don’t feel like training at all.
So I ignore what I ‘feel’ like because I know that’s my emotional brain on hyperdrive telling me to go home, get in my onesie, flick on the Bachelor and eat a tub of ice cream.
I train anyway.