Training for Life (C) 2019


Image may contain: 1 person, sky and outdoorRunning. Well that’s not true. More like a steady jog. Gotta learn to pace myself, so that I don’t burn out. In life you gotta pace yourself so ya don’t burn out; and thus hate what you are doing. As well as, pacing myself so I don’t get sloppy, and or waste time. Consistency. How can I do things the most concise way and not waste my efforts-work smarter not harder. Today I have to go further than I went yesterday. What’s the point? 
The point is…to remind myself, especially when I don’t think I can go any further, that I made it. I was able to do what I didn’t think I could do. I can use that in life situations. Before I close my eyes for counts of three to seven, while I breathe in though nose, then out of mouth, is there anything to get in my way. It’s going to look pretty strange when a dude running in the middle of Highway 51 gets hit by a car. Reminds me of when Martin Lawrence. Years ago he was running in the middle of streets ARTICLE ABOUT MARTIN LAWRENCE. I LIKE TO SCREAM A WAR CRY TO PSYCHE MYSELF UP.

 After I am clear of anything in my path, to block me, I look at something in the distance, then I’ll close my eyes, do the breathing and imagine that I am running passed that something. When I open my eyes again, I am closer, and sometimes running passed that object-this is one of my techniques for goal setting. Sometimes, using this technique I imagine myself doing something that I don’t think I can do. 

“Sometimes the body must show the mind,” I tell myself. But that doesn’t make sense at all. Without the brain you got nothing. Through using my will to accomplish things I am creating muscle memory. I am also creating memories of events that empower me. 
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