7.30am on a cold and wintery Tuesday morning. I was thinking about the quote “Limits exist only in our minds“. I am sat on a Spin bike at the gym ready for the intense workout that is about to take place. Well when I say ready, I might be physically present and wearing all the right gear, but mentally I’m not quite there.
Out of all the gym classes available, Spin must be my least favourite, although there are times when I am in the zone, love the music and walk away thinking ‘I smashed that session and I couldn’t have done any more…I loved that’. Maybe it’s just the endorphins being released or the sense of achievement I feel when I have completed the session. Who knows, and does it really matter? I turned up, I did the class, I felt good, I went home.
Is that it? Surely there must be more to it than that? Obviously, I know keeping fit has numerous health benefits and that’s great, but what is my driving force and what holds me back?
As a lover of all things ‘fitness’ I will give anything a go, well within reason. A duathlon in the summer was my ultimate challenge, and although I spent plenty of time loathing the training and dreading the actual event, secretly I was pleased I had managed to complete it. Ok it wasn’t in the time I had wanted, but I wasn’t far off it, and I could now say that I had done a duathlon. I turned up, I did it, I felt good, I went home.
Limits exist only in our minds
As I sat on my spin bike on that cold and wintery Tuesday, I looked up to see a poster. I don’t remember ever seeing it before, although I must have done on an unconscious level as it’s glaringly obvious! ‘Limits exist only in our minds…’ What a great quote, and one that at that moment in time seemed to scream at me. What limits was I putting on myself when it came to my fitness? I was sitting quite happily in my comfort zone. I turned up, I did the class, I felt good, I went home. In that moment that didn’t feel enough, and when I asked myself what were the limits I was allowing myself to believe it came down to the fact that I had mentally told myself that Spin was my least favourite class, thus limiting my connection and belief that I could do better and push myself further.
What changes when I step onto the treadmill to do a 30-minute Sprint session, where I know I push myself to my limits? Why do I often take the safer, easier option when it comes to indoor cycling? The answer is my self-belief. I believe I am a competent runner and that I can absolutely smash a 30-minute sprint session. I push myself because I don’t see any limits. All I need to do differently when it comes to my Spin classes, is have the same self-belief I have when I am running. Its true, limits exist only in our minds and the only person limiting my success is me.