Last week was one of the silliest, messiest weeks that I have had in a while. There were no major catastrophies. Rather a domino effect of minor irritations that all added up to a fairly “off plan” week.
The irony is that just the week before I had been busy congratulating myself on how I had it all going on. My training plan was coming together. My nutrition was on point. Like it says on my pj’s I felt like the Queen of Everything! Nothing could knock me off track. Yeah, right!
Things started to go awry on Monday, when a half day from work due to a plumbling problem, meant I couldn’t get to the gym. Tuesday and Wednesday I wasn’t feeling my best so no gym again. I hadn’t planned on training Thursday anyway because I had an appointment with my therapist, which was then cancelled last minute. By this time I was firmly in the “are you kidding me right now?” zone.
Friday eventually rolled around. I was having the whole will I or won’t I debate with myself when it came time to head to the gym. Rationalising that there was probably no point in going on a Friday when the rest of the week had been so bad. Surely it was better to just start fresh on Monday?
Knowing that the much maligned double unders were in the workout did not serve to encourage me. For those of you who might not know, double unders are when you are skipping and the rope passes around your body twice with each jump. In my former iteration as a “Crossfitter” I cried many, many tears of frustration while trying to get to grips with them. I didn’t think my new gym buddies were quite ready for that.
After a lot of back and forth, I eventually decided to go. I was so glad that I did. The workout was fun (by fun I mean it was really tough and made me feel like my lungs were on fire) and there was a super atmosphere in the gym. Everyone seemed to have that Friday feeling and their energy was infectious. I really enjoyed the session and I even managed to get a few double unders and there were no tears.
By the time I left the gym I had an entirely different prespective on my week. I felt like it had ended on a positive note and that at least something good had come out of it. I am not going to say that a workout will always do this for you. However, if we are in a negative mindset, as I was, sitting in it is not going to help. Nothing changes if nothing changes.
Good Vibes Only?
There’s so much talk about “positivity” and “good vibes” around these days. To be honest, I don’t buy into it. Nobody can go around being ridiculously happy all the time. Bad days and bad weeks happen. It is all part of a whole and authentic human experience. My point is that in each bad day or crappy week, it is still possible to pick out a thing or two which was good. Or at least better than the rest of it.
When I look back on last week, I still chalk it up as not being the best I have ever had. Not every week can be the best after all. But at least when I look back now, I can be happy about my Friday workout, and remember how energised I felt leaving the gym. If I had been determined to write the week off, I would have deprived myself of that.
Perhaps more importantly for me from a mindset point of view is that I stopped the rot last week. I am not facing into the new week with all of the carried forward negativity. I can instead say to myself that yes, the Queen of Everything’s crown was a little crooked at the start of the week, but it was back in place before the weekend. The gym bag is packed, the meals are prepped and I am ready to rock it.
So, if your Monday hasn’t been going according to plan, don’t worry. Tomorrow has every chance of being a better day. In the mean time, try to pick out something you can be happy about. Even if it is just that you managed not to spill coffee on your white shirt. Life is not all unicorns and rainbows, and that’s okay. Be well xxx
3 thoughts on “When Nothing Goes Right, Go Lift!”
Ugh those weeks are the worst!
They sure are but we get through them! This week is already going a lot better
Oh I’m glad to hear it!