Funky Days

I'm in a funk. I shouldn't beat myself up over it, but I can't help it. I have so much work to do, and yet, the last couple days I've been completely apathetic about it. It irritates me.

I am my own worst enemy. I tend to set ridiculously high goals for myself, and then become my own worst critic when I don't achieve them -- or don't achieve them quickly enough. This PT test that I'm training for is hard... really hard. And I want Navy SpecOps more than I've wanted anything in a really long time. I've worked harder toward this damn PT test than I have toward anything else I've ever done in my life to date -- And that's just to get in the damn program. Yeah... I'm a little bit of an over-achiever.

The problem is that a couple weeks ago, I kind of hit a wall as far as training is concerned. No matter how hard I push, it seems that I've stopped making progress. And because I can't see the progress, I'm getting bored, and losing some of my motivation.

My trainer says that it's because my body needs a rest -- that I pushed it too hard, too soon. So I'm taking a couple days off. I don't want to, because I need to be training my ass off, but the human body has its limits.

So, I went boating yesterday, and out with some coworkers to Home D last night. I slept in this morning, and am kind of lounging around the house today, doing a little general tidying up, but otherwise just taking some time to myself. After work I'll go for a run, just to stay loose, but I'm not pushing it.

Suzie gets here for the summer on Tuesday... thank God, because I'm hitting the point where I really need a cheerleader.

Making another cup of coffee, and enjoying this pretty day...