Mothers day classic

Firstly happy mothers day to all the mums out there.

Today I ran the mothers day classic 4.5 km run.

I was aiming for 25 minutes or less but I eased my pace off a little bit to much.

1st km 5:42
2nd km I upped the pace and managed a 4:40 but I couldn't maintain it.

I dropped off between 3 and 4 by to much back to a 6 something, but tried to get something back in the last 500 ... Ran it at almost sprint pace.

Still managed a 26:51 but it's off what I wanted.
Next time I am cracking 25 minutes regardless.

Run for the window

Last nights fight training was brutal.
I really don't think my words will do it justice, but can only try.

One hour session of heavy bag work first half combos and drills focussed on power.

Second half cardio and kick boxing...

The first half had us running between bags for single or double kicks / knees.

I was gulping down air like you wouldn't believe.

Then we got to the second stage - run, kickbox, run, thai box, run...
Two people on bags, two people running, change as soon as a runner reaches you.

After about ten minutes I needed to puke, out the window, suck a few deep breathes in and back to it. Keep pushing, stay focussed, one minute left, thirty seconds left, ten seconds, push!

That's all I can remember.... Other than finishing up and needed to puke again - glad I wasn't alone though.

Brutal session.
I was still recovering three hours later.

Tomorrow night next round.

Inspiration.

Last night watching the biggest loser au I couldn't help but be inspired by the epic charges, in particular Alex.

50 years old plagued by injury and sickness yet still kicked his own arse.

Busted achilles - keep training.
Pneumonia - keep training.
Chest infection - keep training.
Broken rib - keep training.

Dude is hardcore and has some serious mental toughness.

Having injured my ribs twice I'm blown away by the resolve shown to just keep working.

It's easy to find excuses, I'm pretty good at it - even though I don't like to admit that - it's much harder to grit your teeth and push for the result. You need to want it with every part of you. You need to find that thing inside that will not let you quit, that voice to push you and silence everything else.

Much respect to Alex for finding that.
Inspired.

Time to find my inner strength and eliminate the excuses.

Inspiration.

Last night watching the biggest loser au I couldn't help but be inspired by the epic charges, in particular Alex.

50 years old plagued by injury and sickness yet still kicked his own arse.

Busted achilles - keep training.
Pneumonia - keep training.
Chest infection - keep training.
Broken rib - keep training.

Dude is hardcore and has some serious mental toughness.

Having injured my ribs twice I'm blown away by the resolve shown to just keep working.

It's easy to find excuses, I'm pretty good at it - even though I don't like to admit that - it's much harder to grit your teeth and push for the result. You need to want it with every part of you. You need to find that thing inside that will not let you quit, that voice to push you and silence everything else.

Much respect to Alex for finding that.
Inspired.

Time to find my inner strength and eliminate the excuses.

Early morning epiphany

It's been ages since I've posted, I just haven't had much to say - mostly since I've hardly done anything.

I've been working, injured, sick, stressed, eating like shit and worst of all I haven't been training.

Part of that was the first three, part of that (a much larger part) has been motivation (lack of) and procrastination.

The whole "I've missed so much, how will I keep up" or "Stop pretending you can do this" or even "You should give up" thoughts have been smashing me and I let them.

My mental game has gotten weak.

It's time to fix that, if I want this - really want it not just dream about it - I have to make it happen. That means no excuses (real or exaggerated), sucking it up and diving back in.

Do what the trainers tell me.
Give 100% and stop the mental bullshit.

That epiphany came to me at 0620 in the cold waiting for the bus and the biggest part of that is simply suck it up and get back to training.

The realisation is only half the battle I now need to don the gloves and walk back through the door.