It’s a busy busy busy day in Becca land. Two days out. Damn.
I cancelled my day off today. Don’t get me started on the reason behind it otherwise I will be once again fighting back tears and anger towards an unfair situation. Thankfully it’s a short day so I have my evening to get stuff done!
Anyway, I’m off to the gym for a short full body workout, my LAST 20 minute cardio and then to work for the day.
It’s real. It’s two days out and this all just got very real very fast.
One of my teammates posted a quote on our facebook page yesterday (… I think it was yesterday anyway!) and I just wanted to share it as well… it seems very fitting right now.
"Most people don’t understand, but you’re ok with that. For you, training is not a hobby or a social activity; it is a way of life. Those around you say that you are obsessed, taking it too far and possibly insane. They can’t understand why you won’t eat birthday cake, why you bring Tupperware full of chicken to a party or why you go to sleep early on a Friday to rest up for a Saturday training session. But you don’t care.
Their accusatory tones, sarcastic remarks and insults are merely cotton bullets firing at a titanium wall of perseverance known as YOU. You know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that any negativity that surrounds you is fueled purely by jealousy. Jealous that you are capable of unconditionally committing to something that most cannot stick to for more than a few weeks as part of their yearly resolution.
Jealous that you gladly embrace a level of pain, discomfort and fatigue that others cringe at the idea of suffering a fraction of. Jealous that you take time to count carbs, protein, fats and calories while they count their chicken nuggets to make damn sure their 10 piece isn’t a 9 piece. In short, they’re Jealous of YOU. Ironically, all the comments, nagging and questioning that is meant to break you down a little, does just the opposite. Every negative word reminds you of how special and uncommon your mechanical allegiance to training really is, in turn, pushing you harder.
So bring it on! Let them call you obsessed, crazy or insane and watch you get stronger with every word. The only one who can slow you down is yourself. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, you are both an immovable object and an unstoppable force…… YOU ARE UNBREAKABLE"
Just reading that over makes me tear up all over again. I’m not going to lie, this week I am just a wee bit emotional. I really can’t believe where I’m sitting right now and it’s just so… unreal. I’m definitely not a weepy chick, but holy hell this week I tear up over the stupid things and it’s a little embarrassing.
So instead of breaking out the Kleenex I’m going to break out the clear heels once again and get my posing practice on…. Two days. Two freaking days.