Last Saturday during my boot camp session, my trainer asked us to go out and do laps. This time she did not tell us how many laps we are about to do. She only stood by the finish line and told us to do another one, then she asked us to add the stairs in. Then she asked us to do a leg hopping drill as we run sideways up the stairs. She kept on "stacking up the sandwich" with random stuff in the mix. I would've gotten angry about that but I kept on running. As my foot stomped onto the stairs, my head facing towards the view of East Anchorage which consists of panoramic view of the flattop mountain. With strips of stubborn snow stayed onto the top peak, I kept on running. My legs were still working on its own. I stumbled downstairs and started running, wondering if I would see my trainer. I finally reached the area and did not see her, understanding that I am to go back into the gym. Everyone was foamrolling their body, I realized this is the end of a session. Your mentality is the true power to your physical ability I thought.
By not letting this negativity cloud my head, while high on endorphins--I outlasted myself. If this was me two moths ago and the remainder of my former times, I'd stop on the top of stairs and walk the rest of way. I'd hate myself for doing the workouts and go crazy when someone passes me. Most of all; I'd never do the workout again. But as I've learned to understand that your brain is the mass muscle, the more you train it and the stronger it gets. If it takes some of mind-playing games like my trainer did to toughen my mentality up, then that's how it works. Well if we were so okay with this cliche saying of how life is full of surprises? We should be okay with this either. And I'm happy to learn that I am okay with it. I'm merely giving up on this, I'm only collecting my monument.
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