Time has really flown by and I have missed many posts that I wanted to write. For some reason the less interesting obligations always outweigh the fun commitments.
A few weeks ago, K left for a new job and a much better career opportunity. So of course we happily told him that he was making a great decision (which he was), but when we saw him holding the contents of his locker in a garbage bag we realised this was not in our best interest.
K and I met working at the gym and he has been a great friend since then; we won Supperworks together, we got jacked together (in a relative and debatable way), and he taught me that I know very little of self control. His meals alone require some Googling, a calculator, and a third party approval. The day he casually asked me to get him some salsa was nerve wracking.
We definitely miss his positive energy, his constant curiosity, and his enthusiasm during our team workouts. Shockingly, this gym has very few trainers and members who want to work out until they lay in a pile of heaving sweat on the floor.
Since our gym was bought out, it seems like each day chips away a little more resemblance from the way things were. Unfortunately, my brain still holds on to that old comfort as if it will reappear when things settle. I guess I have only been endorsing change when it is self motivated, and that is hardly change at all.
Over the past few weeks (and months, and years) I have learned that the best way to deal with change is to throw yourself into it. Pretend you don’t want to just dig your heels in and rant about the good old days. Being unhappy wastes too much energy, and you need that energy for your workouts.
I can’t put into words how strongly I believe that things happen for a reason. I have been so determined to stay set in my ways that it scares me to think how crazy I’ll be when I’m elderly. I’ll be wearing a spandex onesie around the gym yelling about the “kids these days” who don’t know anything about exercise. Then I’ll be like my client who absent mindedly hangs her purse and sweater on the closest piece of equipment whether it is in use or not.
Any form of resistance seems to negatively impact all aspects of life since that energy can’t be contained and focused on just one specific pinpoint. And if you’re wasting all that energy then you will never know how much weight you can actually lift!!!
It seems clear that you can’t go anywhere in life if you won’t move your feet. The difficulty that we underestimate lies in deciding to pick up your foot.
“To complain is always non-acceptance of what is… Leave the situation or accept it. All else is madness.” -Eckhart Tolle
squats & trots 