Momentum

Christmas Eve, and I realise that, barring injury, I'm not actually capable of stopping.

I didn't feel like moving today, at all. But I had a bodyweight training session scheduled with my friend Bobby.

So I drag myself to the gym.

I represent.

And my body comes to life.

I honestly think I could do a TGU in my sleep right now, my body is so programmed in to it's movement pattern.

Today's training:

Medicine Ball Push Ups - 3 sets of 15 L/R

Commando Roll with Incremental Push-Ups - 3 sets of 1-5

Monkey Bar Swings - 3 Sets with Plank during 'rest'

Incremental Pause Pull-Ups - 5 sets of 1-5 second pause at top

One arm chin-ups - 1 set of 3 L/R

TGUs x 24 with 20kg (24kg yesterday, so this was a bit of a back off)

And now, I feel great.

My shoulders, my core, my lats, my traps, my glutes, quads and hammies, everything feels worked, and worked again...but I know they'll work tomorrow when I ask them to.

I realise that if Jim Beaumont says 'lets keep going into January' I'm there.

I realise, that, in any endeavour, momentum has a life of it's own...as Rocky Balboa says:

"But it ain't about how hard you hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much can you take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done!"

And I realise that this challenge is me.

My personality.

My lifestyle.

Obsessive.

Addictive.

A break test mentality applied to everything:

How much weight do I have to load onto this bar before I can't deadlift it.

How many pull-ups can I do before my grip, or my lats, give in and I drop off the bar.

How high do I have to make that box before I can't jump on to it or over it.

How long does that race have to be before I can't finish it.

Is this always a good thing?

No.

But it is how I roll.

Totally.

Merry Christmas, my brothers and sisters.

General Out.