I’m pretty much a self-motivator. I use results monitoring to give myself the kick in the pants I often need. I set performances targets for the month and the year. I measure myself against the targets on the last two days of the month - running on day one and strength on day two.
The first measure is body weight. I’m 5’10” and 73 yea…
I’m pretty much a self-motivator. I use results monitoring to give myself the kick in the pants I often need. I set performances targets for the month and the year. I measure myself against the targets on the last two days of the month - running on day one and strength on day two.
The first measure is body weight. I’m 5’10” and 73 years old. My target weight is 165 and I use a range from 163 is too little to sustain long-run performance and 170 is the panic button. Today’s weigh-in was 168, and I will be heading for the gym after finishing this post.
The second measure is vanity. The exit from the shower faces a mirror where bulges and sags are evident. That helps point out areas that need attention. (I’ll be traveling to Europe this summer and will need to look good in my Speedo).
I keep daily records to see how I’m doing against the dreadmill and the resistance weight training machines over time. I keep 10 years of results in my log. My current goals are to get back to where I was about three years ago before the pandemic shut gyms and races down and about six months on the bench following orthopedic repairs.
One other motivation is I never want to cancel or fail on a race I have signed up for. I refuse to suffer the self-imposed stigma of being entered in the race record as a no-show or riding the sag wagon to a DNF. Age group award or die. Pride is, indeed, a harsh motivator and one of the deadly sins.
I’m pretty much a self-motivator. I use results monitoring to give myself the kick in the pants I often need. I set performances targets for the month and the year. I measure myself against the targets on the last two days of the month - running on day one and strength on day two.
The first measure is body weight. I’m 5’10” and 73 years old. My target weight is 165 and I use a range from 163 is too little to sustain long-run performance and 170 is the panic button. Today’s weigh-in was 168, and I will be heading for the gym after finishing this post.
The second measure is vanity. The exit from the shower faces a mirror where bulges and sags are evident. That helps point out areas that need attention. (I’ll be traveling to Europe this summer and will need to look good in my Speedo).
I keep daily records to see how I’m doing against the dreadmill and the resistance weight training machines over time. I keep 10 years of results in my log. My current goals are to get back to where I was about three years ago before the pandemic shut gyms and races down and about six months on the bench following orthopedic repairs.
One other motivation is I never want to cancel or fail on a race I have signed up for. I refuse to suffer the self-imposed stigma of being entered in the race record as a no-show or riding the sag wagon to a DNF. Age group award or die. Pride is, indeed, a harsh motivator and one of the deadly sins.
Love the Speedo comment :)