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Reward at the end

I realized something today. And it may be why I do most of my training at night.


Its how I reward myself.  I'm an introvert by nature.  But my job and life, force me to step out of my box and be an extroverted "type" for most of the day.  So when I get to the gym, I'm not there to talk, I'm there to recharge my batteries.  

I do the thing I like least first.  Just like when I was a little kid and ate the things I didn't like first.  Like eating all of the cheerios out of the Lucky Charms first so then I had all marshmallows at the end.  So I do my strength and conditioning first.  Its not that I dislike it but its not why I'm there.  Though I enjoy seeing my improvements, I will never see leaps and bounds improvements while maintaining a my weight bracket.

But with 3 pins sticking out of my pinky, my training has been limited.  So I do my S&C, maybe some pad work or bag work, but that's about it.  I don't get to do the things I love.  And it killing my motivation and not "recharging my introvert batteries."  So earlier this week I had a particularly challenging work day, I had nothing left for training.  I had to make the decision of not training so I could recharge my batteries.  

Today is 15 days into what could be 42 days.  This is going to be painful. 

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