While I haven’t written a post in a week or so, I have been busy preparing for stage day.
“You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.”
― Mark Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court
The imagination is a powerful force? Creativity, ingenuity, and unlimited possibilities occur as a result of positive usage of the imagination. However, negative energy can lead the imagination to produce fear, anxiety, and skepticism.
At least twice this past week, thoughts of having to change two of my favorite routines, clouded my vision.
The first had to do with music. At the end of a workout session, a chit-chat with my trainer stunned me.
Trainer: When I return from vacation, you can’t use “that” (pointing to my iPod) any more.
Me: Stunned. Is she kidding, I’m thinking.
Trainer: We’re about 9 weeks out and we need to take this training to another level.
Me: Whiney like a little kid use to having her way. Oh no! Music motivates me. I do eeeeverthing with music. Run, eat, sleep, etc…
Trainer: She kicked into “mommy/drill sergeant mode.” Well, you’ll just have to learn to use your mind to motivate yourself.
It was as if she ended her sentence with, “Period! End of discussion! I don’t want to hear any more from you!” LOL! Oh boy!!
While driving to the gym for my first day of working out with her without music, I thought about her orders. Frustration settled in and I thought about challenging her on her decision. The entire drive, I turned up the volume and blasted the music while trying to store up the good feel from the base and series of favorite tunes. I know. Sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. I think everyone has that one “thing” that infuses a sense of comfort, support, and motivation. My “thing” is music.
I was even silly enough to question myself on how I would be able to push through the last and most difficult reps while deprived of a rhythmic beat and inspiring lyrics. Smh!
Within 20 minutes of the workout, I forgot all about my routine of one ear being pounced with heavy base. I was no longer distracted (my trainer’s words not mine) by the volume or finding the right track before completing a set. I moved swiftly and without delay. I had a great workout.
Today I did two sets of drop-downs arm curls on the cable machine starting with 90 pounds! No music and.. a personal best for me. Whoop! Whoop! High-five!!! Thanks for the push coach!
I imagined the process and the outcome to be all WRONG.
At around 7 o’clock this morning, I think. Correction. I know that I drank my last sugar laced cup of coffee. Erroneously I convinced myself that, while training, I’d be okay using Sugar In The Raw in my coffee. But the fact is, sugar IS sugar.
I imagined that regardless of having a splash of Bailey’s, my favorite flavored creamer, my organic freshly ground coffee would taste bitter and less satisfying. Hmm… How many ways can I say wrong? Incorrect. Mistaken. Amiss. And so on… just like my imagination. I enjoyed my java no less than I did yesterday. I am surprised but happy. 🙂
It is ironic how I consider myself to be a positive thinker. Yet two times this week when I was required to do something different from what I LOVE and from my norm, that I conjured up negative thoughts about the changes.
What’s up with that? When it comes to work, I constantly look for new solutions to old challenges and seek out better ways to get the job done. But I now realize that it may not occur automatically on a more personal level. Wait, wait wait. Thinking about this even more, the thoughts of a negative outcome happens when the change is a directive from someone other than myself. Yeah, that’s probably it.
I just realized this self-defeating behavior/attitude about myself. Wow! I need to pay closer attention to my thoughts and get this mess in check.
See, this is exactly why I love writing. All that stuff in my head gets sorted out on paper or on the keyboard.
The week ended with two successes. While my successes may seem minor, the payoff for making both changes are big and will move me closer to accomplishing my goal of placing tops in May’s figure competition.
My arms feel like lead from this mornings workout, so after dinner a nap is in order–something I rarely get. Tomorrow morning it’s back to the gym for training and posing practice.
Enjoy your weekend!
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