After my first competition in August, I got straight into training again on the Monday morning. I didn’t break for 4 months…and I kind of hit a wall half way through the training cycle. Partly because of that, I’m staying away from the gym this week after competing at the GPA Worlds on the weekend.
Last week during the taper, I fantasized about post comp spare time and all of the fancy things, that fancy people (who don’t train) do with their spare time. Lie on the beach, walk on the beach, wear actual clothes, swim, strut around on the sand, lie on the grass, go to the movies, watch videos, go for long walks, have lunch with friends, hang-glide, make paper mache, that kind of thing.
But, I’m not actually doing any of those things. Pretty much I’m sulking and eating cornflakes. I've lost my compass. Monday is not Monday without volume squats. And Thursday without bench? What the actual fuck is it? Just Thursday? I don’t want to lift again yet but I hate my life without it… I feel like I climbed a mountain and it was pretty special at the top (Brandon Lilly and Chad Wesley Smith were there…so, the views were pretty fucking epic) but now that it’s over, I’m looking at the bottom of the mountain again.
I’m pretty sure things will come good soon. This break isn’t actually about expanding my repertoire of hobbies. It’s to allow my body to rest and my enthusiasm for new goals and lifting to build up again. Before I know it I’ll be back in the thick of it, chasing all of the gainz and training for The Arnolds. Hopefully this weekend I’ll muster the enthusiasm to take my cornflakes down to the beach. A fancy outing.
P.S. On the weekend, I couldn't take any lifting photos on my phone because it was full. When I was going through photos to delete, I found 6 photos of Axel Foley. Six. Guess how many I deleted so that I could take lifting photos. None. It's all about priorities. Priorities and a little bit about regret.
Anna Brown is an average though super keen