I feel like I'm not giving myself quite enough credit for sticking with this routine of writing and exercising.
Every morning when I wake up and I get stuck in the middle (or even the beginning) of a workout, I give myself a bit of a metaphorical slap and wonder why it's so difficult for me.
It's because I'm still learning. But, apparently, this fact is unacceptable to me.
I always expect myself to "get" things very quickly and if I don't, it's not worth pursuing.
This is a pretty bad life decision to make at such a young age. I'm also potentially denying myself the joy I'll feel when I finally achieve what I'm setting out to do.
I'm going to try and take a page out of The Academy Is... playbook and just tell myself:
"Alright, alright, sloooooow down."
If I'm not sitting idly doing nothing, I'm in a rush. There is rarely an in between state for me anymore. I want to get back to that place where I would start an assignment weeks in advance so I could take my time with it and not scramble the night before to get it done. I want to get back to a place where I'm not running out the door to catch my bus/subway/ride (actually, I don't think that place ever existed for me. I'd like to create that place).
I think the basic thing I'm trying to say is, I need to stop trying to rush and catch up and understand the pace that I need to take. If that means I have to wake up earlier to get everything done in a more relaxed way, that might be what I have to do. If it means letting myself learn at the rate my body is going to learn, I have to stop berating myself that I'm not doing better.
I just have to remember what Joey once said:
No, Joey. A dinosaur wouldn't do that.
Time to take my time.
Here's the workout for today. It was all butt, all the time, and woof, did my booty ache after it was all over. If you want to make that butt shake, definitely check out these videos below.