Ok, so I do a bunch of races (with my very Aggressive team) and intend on expanding my race repertoire with whatever seems interesting, entertaining, humbling, or mildly insane. Due to my self-inflicted, self-induced, self-gratifying racing hobby, I spend a lot of time (read: not enough time) in the gym, on the trails, on the bike, on the toilet, grunting and sweating. Friends, strangers, and fellow enthusiasts alike will often ask me, sometimes in the middle of my sweaty grunting session, how my training is going. "Um, who's training?"
Seriously, who is training? I'm exercising. I'm making my body move. I am pushing around those pink kettlebells at the gym with the ferocity of a caged animal who just woke up from a nap and wants to eat a pizza. Who's training? Not I. I am exercising.
I don't record what I do, how far I traveled, what pace I kept, or how much weight I moved around. How many miles did I put in this week? Well, the roads I ran might be around 5 to 1,000 miles, so, yeah, I'll say "a lot." What pace do I keep? Somewhere between conversational and I need to pee. How many reps did I do? More than none. How many laps am I doing? Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep track of laps in a pool??? I lose count after 1. How heavy am I going? Heavy enough that I can feel what I'm working on but not so heavy that I poop myself. What's my routine? I have no idea until I get to the gym and that even changes depending on what is available while I'm there. This was suppose to be leg day but now it's chest and back day, unless that girl... Damn. There go my weights...
That's not training. I've met people who train. I have friends who train. Hard. They train a lot for triathlons and obstacles courses and road/trail races. They have schedules and exercise routines to tweak the smallest of improvements. They have spreadsheets and databases to track their daily performance and caloric intake. They have calendar reminders and smartphone apps so they never miss an opportunity to further their awesomeness. They have coaches and team practices so they may train with other like-minded athletes. They have the DRIVE TO WIN, GODAMMIT!! They are all very Type-A, very dedicated people, and always have their A-game at events. They show up TRAINED! It's all very impressive and, often times, awe inspiring. If this were gym, they would be picked first for dodgeball.
You can always pick out these people before a race because they are the only ones STILL TRAINING. Yup, you heard that right. These are the people who run a few miles before a marathon to warm up. These are the people who swim for 30 minutes before the swim to acclimate their bodies to the water temperature. These are the people who are working out prior to working out so they can work out any kinks that may hinder their work out. They often have a gloss, nay, a gleam to them before the race. Some may say it's sweat, but I think it's an inner glow, a radiance from their dedication to training. It is a sheen brought on by excellence.
It's sweatcellence.
So what are you doing, Aggressives? Are you exercising or training? Are you being picked first for dodgeball or being hit first in dodgeball? What are you doing during your off-season to be better when it's your on-season?
What level of sweatcellence will you achieve?
Seriously, who is training? I'm exercising. I'm making my body move. I am pushing around those pink kettlebells at the gym with the ferocity of a caged animal who just woke up from a nap and wants to eat a pizza. Who's training? Not I. I am exercising.
I don't record what I do, how far I traveled, what pace I kept, or how much weight I moved around. How many miles did I put in this week? Well, the roads I ran might be around 5 to 1,000 miles, so, yeah, I'll say "a lot." What pace do I keep? Somewhere between conversational and I need to pee. How many reps did I do? More than none. How many laps am I doing? Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep track of laps in a pool??? I lose count after 1. How heavy am I going? Heavy enough that I can feel what I'm working on but not so heavy that I poop myself. What's my routine? I have no idea until I get to the gym and that even changes depending on what is available while I'm there. This was suppose to be leg day but now it's chest and back day, unless that girl... Damn. There go my weights...
That's not training. I've met people who train. I have friends who train. Hard. They train a lot for triathlons and obstacles courses and road/trail races. They have schedules and exercise routines to tweak the smallest of improvements. They have spreadsheets and databases to track their daily performance and caloric intake. They have calendar reminders and smartphone apps so they never miss an opportunity to further their awesomeness. They have coaches and team practices so they may train with other like-minded athletes. They have the DRIVE TO WIN, GODAMMIT!! They are all very Type-A, very dedicated people, and always have their A-game at events. They show up TRAINED! It's all very impressive and, often times, awe inspiring. If this were gym, they would be picked first for dodgeball.
You can always pick out these people before a race because they are the only ones STILL TRAINING. Yup, you heard that right. These are the people who run a few miles before a marathon to warm up. These are the people who swim for 30 minutes before the swim to acclimate their bodies to the water temperature. These are the people who are working out prior to working out so they can work out any kinks that may hinder their work out. They often have a gloss, nay, a gleam to them before the race. Some may say it's sweat, but I think it's an inner glow, a radiance from their dedication to training. It is a sheen brought on by excellence.
It's sweatcellence.
So what are you doing, Aggressives? Are you exercising or training? Are you being picked first for dodgeball or being hit first in dodgeball? What are you doing during your off-season to be better when it's your on-season?
What level of sweatcellence will you achieve?
-Sweating to the oldies
Illustrious
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