I love that I’m making progress in greater leaps and bounds than I will ever again. When will I ever be able again to double my squat in just a few weeks’ time? I love the giddiness that erupts when I accomplish something new — I hopped gleefully like a kid when I managed during jump rope practice to crossover, cross it back for a regular jump, then crossover again. I love that I haven’t found my max on anything yet, because I’m still lifting more every time I go.
The flip side, that I need to work on dealing with, is the impatience and envy that comes with being a beginner. I want to do more, add more weights, improve faster. When I see other members breaking their personal records, I’m excited for them and their accomplishment, but I a tinge of jealousy sidles in — I want to be able to do it too. And I know I can, in time.
But this isn’t like studying for a final exam or learning a language — more isn’t better. I have to curb my impatience and follow Ben’s guidance. When he says to rest on my days between workouts I have to rest, no matter how much I want to practice my chin-ups on the bar I got for Christmas. When he stops me at a certain weight on the deadlift or squat even when I feel like I can do more, I have to stop. He knows what he’s doing here. And when I wake up that night, sore muscles screaming from the work that I did do, I’m thankful he didn’t let me push myself harder than is sane.
I’ve only been working out about 3 ½ months. The next time I want to add more weights than is reasonable, or get the green-eyed monster about somebody else’s accomplishments, I need to remember I still have a long way to go — and be proud of what I’ve done so far.