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I have always been one of those people who takes notice when recurring themes keep appearing in completely non-related parts of my life.
One of my class members, Richard, today recommended a book which is actually on my wish list, but I haven't got round to purchasing and reading yet.
Can't Swim, Can't Ride, Can't Run: My Triathlon Journey from Common Man to Ironman
It seemed that a lot of the elements in the book related to the idea of peer groups helping you achieve your goals. Ok I haven't read the book, but apparently the authors group would register for an event and then peer pressure would get others to join in. Interestingly as part of getting to the event, people got fitter and got healthier.
Either get some friends together, I find this hard. My mates don't share perhaps the same commitment to setting goals. People in my work environment certainly do, but I think on the whole it takes a certain type of person to work in our environment, and to the large part they have to be go getter type As.
Just as I talked about yesterday with my fuelband, checking in each day or staying in communication means you can send up a flare if you know you're going to really struggle on this particular day. The fuelband keeps you on track, friends or promise keepers keep you accountable for your results.
30 odd years ago I swam competitively, cycled and ran. When I was in the Alps in 2011, I wasn't really fit enough to climb mountains. I broke, my brain switched off and my body took over remembering what I could do as a teenager, hours of muscle memory surfacing and taking over.
Happened again last week during my swimming session. The intervals had become more and more aggressive to the point I was completely on the edge for 3 or 4 intervals. Literally only just making each 50m with 5-10 seconds to recover and go again. Brain switched off and my muscle memory engaged. That little voice in my head was screaming for me to give up and start making excuses. Starting to shout that voice down a lot recently.
Anyway I got in the pool this afternoon and felt amazing. Don't get me wrong, it was still brutally hard, but today for the first time I maintained a 3/ 5 breath pattern for 2 x 200m, 300m further than ever before.
One of my class members, Richard, today recommended a book which is actually on my wish list, but I haven't got round to purchasing and reading yet.
Can't Swim, Can't Ride, Can't Run: My Triathlon Journey from Common Man to Ironman
It seemed that a lot of the elements in the book related to the idea of peer groups helping you achieve your goals. Ok I haven't read the book, but apparently the authors group would register for an event and then peer pressure would get others to join in. Interestingly as part of getting to the event, people got fitter and got healthier.
Either get some friends together, I find this hard. My mates don't share perhaps the same commitment to setting goals. People in my work environment certainly do, but I think on the whole it takes a certain type of person to work in our environment, and to the large part they have to be go getter type As.
Just as I talked about yesterday with my fuelband, checking in each day or staying in communication means you can send up a flare if you know you're going to really struggle on this particular day. The fuelband keeps you on track, friends or promise keepers keep you accountable for your results.
30 odd years ago I swam competitively, cycled and ran. When I was in the Alps in 2011, I wasn't really fit enough to climb mountains. I broke, my brain switched off and my body took over remembering what I could do as a teenager, hours of muscle memory surfacing and taking over.
Happened again last week during my swimming session. The intervals had become more and more aggressive to the point I was completely on the edge for 3 or 4 intervals. Literally only just making each 50m with 5-10 seconds to recover and go again. Brain switched off and my muscle memory engaged. That little voice in my head was screaming for me to give up and start making excuses. Starting to shout that voice down a lot recently.
Anyway I got in the pool this afternoon and felt amazing. Don't get me wrong, it was still brutally hard, but today for the first time I maintained a 3/ 5 breath pattern for 2 x 200m, 300m further than ever before.
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