It’s been an unlucky week or so for my body. I dropped a 70 pound weight on my foot that still hurts, my left arm looks and feels awful from the plasma incident, my right arm looks bad but doesn’t hurt much and I decided to kick the bed last night as I headed to bed. So on top of the shoulder issues and nagging back pain, I’ve added all that to it.
I have always wondered how real athletes feel. Football players, weight lifters, CrossFit athletes, etc. At the end if the day, week or month they all have to be pretty beat up. I mean, they don’t all go dropping weights on themselves or kicking beds, but bumps and bruises and other pains have to exist.
So why go on?
I’m sure with a lot of them it is the money. When you’re paid a ridiculous amount of money, why stop? Others probably have pride on the line. So is that my reason? I’m too proud to stop? Despite setbacks, weight gain, injuries, mistakes, problems and all the other bumps in the road, am I too proud to give up?
Or maybe I want to be proud of myself and that’s why I don’t quit.
I think the reason I keep going is because I truly want to better myself and have a moment where I can look in the mirror and actually be proud of myself.
I’m not a braggart but I’ve also never really been proud of myself. Maybe that’s something I should change. Find smaller things to be proud of. I’ll have to work on that.
So with my step contest going this week, that’s what I did at the gym on top of my normal walks and walking to and from the train station. I ended up with nearly 25,000 steps on the day!
And I’m proud of that.
“Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity, to what we would have others think of us.’ ~Jane Austen