No limits.
So I'm realizing what a mental game this whole training/exercise thing is. I think back on my younger self playing soccer and doing weight training...and I never maxed out. I never maxed out. I never pushed past that point of "Oh god I can't do this", I never kept going even when I thought I couldn't take any more. I always stopped just shy of my limit.
Lately though, I've been pushing through it more and more, and it's kind of crazy and zen-like...but mostly crazy. I just did four sets of the routine I posted in my last entry. I'm going to do another one. I'm already past the point, but I'm going to keep going.
My whole life I've waited and wanted to be someone with discipline, someone with enough drive to overcome any obstacle, even myself. And for years I've thought I was that person, but for the first time I'm really putting it to the test. I'm realizing how strong that desire to quit can be for me, and how much I don't want to succumb to it.
It's not about hurting myself or punishing myself or abusing myself, it's just about seeing what I'm capable of, for REAL--not just "good enough", but my actual best.It's kind of a trip.
Anyway, I just wanted to annotate that. On to set number five.