As the name suggests, Tough Mudder is going to be tough.
After initially signing up, you said that you would be in the shape of your life, don’t lie, we all said it.
I know I did.
I wanted to be able to run 10km without breaking a sweat, climb walls like a parkour kid, jump over moving vehicles… but now that the day has actually come, I have just realised that I can’t even cross the road without putting my life in danger.
However, I have bought the ticket, I want the Tough Mudder headband, and I’m already thirsty for that end of race beer.
So, I’ve devised a 10 step plan for success… Tough Mudder, you’re going down.
“When you’re comfortable in your own skin, it does have an effect on your esteem and confidence” admits Kevin Russell. Russell is an online personal trainer, advocate of a healthy lifestyle and a Masters student at NUI Galway. He offers nutritional advice, workout plans and is a fitness enthusiast but he suffered from mental health issues when he was younger. So now, when he sees his clients’ results and the changes in them, it comes with a great deal of pride. “To be honest, that’s what I love most about it. They are so happy with how they’ve progressed physically but it’s a mental thing as well.”
And, still only 24 hours in the day. You may think this is enough, but I’m starting to panic…
At the start of September, I continued my studies and I’m now doing a Masters in Journalism. The course is good, I’m finding it really interesting and I knew journalists wrote a lot but yeesh… I didn’t know that they wrote this much. I literally spend most of my evenings sitting at the desk, staring into a computer screen which is starting to look more and more like the Matrix every time.
So now that college has started and the stress of timetables and finding lecture halls has died down, Fresher’s Week has finally come crashing to a halt. Most likely you’ve come crashing in behind it and already whispered those four magical words “I’m never drinking again”… it’s time to get back on the grind and pick up the pieces of a week that’s left you broken, beat and scarred. It will be hard, there’s no point on denying it but the rewards will be worthwhile.
Over the summer, you’ve put all the work in behind the scenes. You’ve done the hard part, you’ve given yourself a solid foundation and now it’s time to put some mass on that summer bod. University timetables are usually anti-gym. They have you waking early, and leaving late with huge gaps in between for no apparent reason. Study? Maybe? But it’s only Week One?
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With September only around the corner, students across the country will be accepting their college places, struggling to find accommodation, packing their whole lives into suitcases and preparing to leave home… only to return at the weekend. I can already smell the Sunday roast! Although many will be returning for their second or third years, or fifth if you’re me, Fresher’s Week always has something new in store and is an opportunity that cannot be missed.
With college comes temptation. And lots of it. There’s late-night movies with casual drinking, even-later-night parties with cocktails, DMC’s with bar drinking and loud music, power naps, the lads and the social scene in general is not something that many new students anticipate when they arrive in their new city. It’s a whole new world. It’s looking out over Pride Rock, pretending you’re the Lion King and then actually becoming him as the year progresses.
All your hard work during the exams, all those extra hours in work, all the stress that you didn’t need has led to this moment. You’re now officially a student, CONGRATUWELLDONE!
However, with more temptations comes more disruptions and is losing your summer bod really an option?
Struggling? Skipping legs too often? Pre-workout just not enough? Late night sessions?
I hear you.
This was me exactly one month ago. I was going gym, just to go. I was going through the motions. Same routine, same lifts, same weights. With no motivation, no results, and no hope. I was a sitting duck, I had hit a plateau and was failing to deal with it. My starting goal was to bulk to 200lbs, and I had told everyone that this was my goal. It was reassuring. People were keeping me accountable, they were asking how it was going, how much I weighed now, what was I eating, how I felt. And I felt great. I had successfully got to 190lbs, eating clean, lifting heavy and making progress.