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I adore notebooks and pens and calendars and writing up schedules and plans and lists. It's always better dreaming about how perfect you are going to be and act as opposed to getting off the sofa and actually doing something. This time I have an excuse, a carte blanche for my dreamering; my training at MMA this year requires me to have a personal training plan written up.
The problem is, will I obey my plan? Will it be so amazing that it stifles and depresses me? Will it be so easy that I despise it? and more importantly when the heck am I going to fit it in?
A plan that doesn't actually conform to the realities of time and space usually doesn't work... I know because I've written a lot of non-confomist plans before. They are my specialty. But oh, how I shine in my mind in those plans. Shine and speak a half dozen foreign languages, do daily science experiments in my homeschool, grow all my own food, and benchpress twice my body weight, all while my family rises up and calls me blessed. My stretch marks even disappear with adherence to those plans.
Crash. Reality.
I need a 3 day a week plan for strength. I need to be going over katas on my own. I need to run- because running is what keeps me sane, relatively speaking. I need to be drilling jujitsu moves and Thai-combos because my brain is like cheese cloth and info keeps draining away.
How long can I sit here drinking coffee looking through sites of workout plans? I really should get up and do something or at least stretch. But maybe I need new, more motivating stationary to write my plan upon. Or an app.
That will solve everything. I just have to spend more time looking...
I adore notebooks and pens and calendars and writing up schedules and plans and lists. It's always better dreaming about how perfect you are going to be and act as opposed to getting off the sofa and actually doing something. This time I have an excuse, a carte blanche for my dreamering; my training at MMA this year requires me to have a personal training plan written up.
The problem is, will I obey my plan? Will it be so amazing that it stifles and depresses me? Will it be so easy that I despise it? and more importantly when the heck am I going to fit it in?
A plan that doesn't actually conform to the realities of time and space usually doesn't work... I know because I've written a lot of non-confomist plans before. They are my specialty. But oh, how I shine in my mind in those plans. Shine and speak a half dozen foreign languages, do daily science experiments in my homeschool, grow all my own food, and benchpress twice my body weight, all while my family rises up and calls me blessed. My stretch marks even disappear with adherence to those plans.
Crash. Reality.
I need a 3 day a week plan for strength. I need to be going over katas on my own. I need to run- because running is what keeps me sane, relatively speaking. I need to be drilling jujitsu moves and Thai-combos because my brain is like cheese cloth and info keeps draining away.
How long can I sit here drinking coffee looking through sites of workout plans? I really should get up and do something or at least stretch. But maybe I need new, more motivating stationary to write my plan upon. Or an app.
That will solve everything. I just have to spend more time looking...
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I too am the queen of planning. I love affair with paper and pens. Execution takes all the fun out today it though 😉
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