Treadmill Day 6 update

I realised: I’m at a cross roads. My legs can now keep going, and although my feet ache and ankles ache I can keep going. The physical exhaustion has overcome and I’m alright to walk the distance.  What stops me from going on (at this point the threshold is usually at about 1 1/2 hours) is like a mental wall. I get to that point and suddenly I feel like I have to get off. To have a break. I suppose it’s a good thing but I sort of expected myself to just keep going. That once I overcome the physical exhaustion and can keep up my stamina that I’d just keep going until my legs fall off. But it’s a whole mind/body experience. Just a “nope, had enough”.

Real Update:

I was pooped before and decided to pack it in for the day at about 4.30 and give myself a proper break. Had a shower, dinner, and a nap, and then after dinner about half an hour I suddenly felt the urge to get moving again. My body said,

“Alright Scar, I’m rested, I want to get up again now.”

So I decided not to pass on it and got back on the the treadmill and brought my count for today up to 8km. It felt good.

But this was the funny thing:

When I wanted to get on the treadmill I had an overriding thought cycle of: No, don’t. You’ve already showered. You need to take a break. Don’t do it. It’s too much hassle.

I was doing my best to convince myself not to do it. But then I was:

WTF? Why not? Why the fuck not? Why am I going out of my way to convince myself not to do something that is good for me, feels great, and my body wants to carry on doing? Who cares if I get sweaty again? I’m not going anywhere.

It felt really good to break out of the thought cycle that tried to keep me down and look at it logically. So I got the shit on that treadmill and kicked some ass!