I am always hearing from others about how motivated I am. Truth is, I don't think I'm particularly motivated. I wish I was - it would be easy! Yes, I get up at 5:30 a.m. most days to swim before work. Yes, Jason and I sit down for dinner past 8 p.m. most days because we train after work as well. Yes, our weekends disappear through long rides, long runs, long swims... But believe me, it's not motivation that gets me out the door. I am more motivated to hit snooze on my alarm, or hang out on the couch, or join friends for happy hour... but most of the time I don't.
I choose to get up when my alarm goes off. Some days I actually have to force myself to get out the door again with cycling or running gear after I'm home from work (a lot of days, actually). If it was motivation, then I wouldn't have to work so hard at just simply getting out there; I'd be skipping out the door. It's hard work, plain and simple. I have never regretted getting a workout done, but I've sure regretted skipping them.
I wish I was motivated. Instead, I'm actively choosing my destiny. Everyone has a choice. Choices are worth it. #doepicshit