Yesterday, I showed up for a workout that included 110 box jumps and 110 kettlebell snatches.
I mentioned to my coach, Lauren that I was “probably just going to do step-ups instead of jumps.”
Lauren asked, “Why?” When I told her my excuses (tired, out of shape, blah blah), she sort-of snorted and said, “Um, NO. You’re doing the box jumps.”
If it were up to me to motivate myself at the gym,
- I would probably be at home drinking wine and reading a book instead
- I would come up with a million excuses to avoid hard work
- I would underestimate my own abilities and settle for a lot less than I was capable of doing