I’ve never been one of those people who posts my workouts to social media. You know the posts:
Deadlifts – 8 sets of 200 reps x 3000#. Grrr. GET SOME!
Not that I don’t get it. Posting your workouts is a great form of public record keeping. It’s accountability. It’s motivation for yourself and for all your “friends”. Yet, I don’t do it.
Maybe it’s because I don’t think the rest of the world really cares how much I deadlifted last night.
Maybe it’s because I’m just too lazy to post the details of my latest workout.
MAYBE it’s because, depending on the season or current status of life, I miss a workout (or 10) here and there. Shhhh!
You can’t post about what you don’t do.
But, in the name of motivation for someone out there in cyberland I’m gonna break my habit.
Two Tuesdays ago I was not feelin’ it. “It” being a workout. I was coming off a weekend when I got 11 hours of sleep – total. Plus I had been up since 4am that day. I was tired to my core, or so I thought.
Get some?! Hell no! How about sit on the couch with The Tot and watch a Thomas the Tank Engine DVD for the billionth time. Oh those narcissistic, insecure, impulsive, talking engines!
But I didn’t want to miss a chance to workout. I wasn’t sick and not fatigued to the point of collapse. Plus, the dedicated Tuesday workout time was a hard won negotiation between The Husband and me, and every missed workout gives him a reason to renege on his end of the bargain: he takes the Tot, and I get to workout in our (dusty) basement – in peace. A real bonus, especially when you consider the fact that I’ve worked out in our kitchen while making dinner – and fending off toddler, dog, and cat. Oh, and did I mention I’ve done this without anyone getting set on fire from the stove or brained with a 24 kilo kettlebell. (Is that my “Wonder Woman” ringtone I hear?)
So, back to that Tuesday. Thomas or workout? I decided on a workout – of sorts. “Just go work on your pull ups” I told myself (more on the pull up thing in a later post). Five sets of pull ups, 10 minutes tops, and then it’s off to watch Trains Behaving Badly.
I did my five pull ups and didn’t die, so I worked on my diamond push-ups (I’m trying to work up to one arm push-ups) – five sets of five (actually, two of them were sets of 8). Still alive but still tired. I decided to call it a day, but only after I did 50 swings with my 24 kilo kettlebell. Done.
Not the world’s toughest, longest or most productive workout, but another one on the books nonetheless. Bonus – I worked on some of my goal movements (more on that one later too) and felt like I accomplished something that day. Don’t underestimate that post-workout sense of accomplishment.
On those scheduled workout days when you just don’t want “some”, whether because of a little fatigue or because your mind just isn’t in the game, test the waters. Do a few push-ups or a few squats, and you might feel inspired to do a little more.
And if not – there’s always the Island of Sodor.