I was just thinking… My poor, poor body.
Today will be the 8th day in a row that I throw my body into the fire, expect it to sit in that fire and come out of it alright. Today I expect that my body–since I ‘gifted’ it 10 hours of sleep–will actually be better than days prior. Today I expect that my body has gotten used to this abuse and will therefore complain less to me in the form of pain. The whole day I will feed it small sandwiches, and keep it hydrated–so it will maybe shut up, just for a moment.
This is the ultimate abusive relationship.
I tell my body to do something it doesn’t want to do, and it complains and complains until it breaks. The complaining never stops, it only becomes more and more dull. The duller the complaining, the faster I go.
And what will my body receive from me when it does step up to the challenge?
Well, it gets to go through the same pain the next day.
And then in two weeks time it gets to rest, but only so it can come back to life with a better tolerance for pain. It comes back stronger and I reap all the benefits. Then back into the fire it goes.
But really, what would life be without pain and suffering? Where would be if we never pushed ourselves? Surely, you could sit on a porch swing your whole life, rocking back and forth enjoying the view… While that actually sounds like heaven to me now, I know that I could never be satisfied in life if I didn’t PURSUE something. Everyday here at the Vuelta I have to remind myself that what I am doing, while very unnatural, is something I would be going through no matter who I was or what I was pursuing. In life you have to fight and you have to push yourself. To better yourself you must first find your limits. And then you have to conquer those limits to set new limits…and so on and so forth.
Whether you are at a desk chair or in some other sport, push yourself.
Find your limits. Only you have the power to create new ones.
3700 meters of climbing today–my body is STOKED.