Underwater Basket Weaving 100
I like to think of myself as a halfway decent writer, or at least a good enough one to bang out a 1000 word essay in a night. Last night's experience, however, proved the opposite to be true. I just couldn't do it. I kept on starting and immediately got floored when I actually had to produce something of substance.
So how does this have anything to do with fitness or life in general? I suppose one of the biggest take home lessons from this is that it takes planning to accomplish anything. If I try and clean 140 kilos, I'm sure I'd have no problem getting it to my waist or maybe even my belly button, but ask me to get under the bar and I'd probably end up pole-axed like this guy: Fail
Sure surprising yourself is a good thing every once in a while, but do it with something challenging. Not the impossible.
The second thing that smacks me in face from this little fiasco of mine is an echo of Dan John: make sure your actions help you reach your goals. (I couldn't find the quote quickly enough, and I have class soon. That's about the gist of it though.) What does a class about Mahayana Buddhism have to offer someone who is trying to do work in the fitness industry? Very little. I'm sure there are some abstract lessons from Buddhism that I could apply to my goals, but not a lot. So should bodybuilders sign up for a marathon training course, or should a fitness competitor enter a food-eating contest? It's in that same vein.
So poo-poo on me for not getting my work done. But if I can learn a lesson and, more importantly, teach someone a thing or two from my snafu's then it's worth it in the end.