Lord only knows what is going on at the moment. I’m training like some kind of crazy beast again whilst also trying to sort my life out. Thankfully, I am still on plenty of carbs otherwise this could all be so much worse and I would most definitely be crying over someone watching the TV, running out of chicken or just spontaneously for no apparent reason. All of that fun is still to come. As for now…well, today I was offered a job as a personal trainer in the gym that I train at in Brighton. Splendid. However, I find myself in a predicament - how do I afford to live away from home before my business gets up and running?? Do I prolong starting until after finals? Do I stay at home to be close to coach J Bird (he loves that nickname…)? Or do I just say ‘f*** it’ and go hell for leather, making the big leap of faith and attempting to start a business, train for the finals and earn enough to cover rent in somewhere that has an actual roof - not one made from cardboard. Decisions, decisions, decisions. As you all know by now, I like to make life hard for myself so this will probably be no exception - why not set up a business 6 weeks out of a national competition? Pssshhh…easy….
As for the training, well it’s been going pretty damn well. My quads are screaming bloody murder at me today after the little bro screamed bloody murder at me on the hack squat yesterday. Once again, I was reduced to tears due to the sheer pain and trauma of it all. Oh, and that was a superset with 50 walking lunges…you know, just because it wasn’t difficult enough already. It has been great training at Gold’s for the past week - I have a new training and food regime courtesy of John which is brilliant, there’s nothing worse than things getting stale. This evening I did another long HIIT session. I’m going to hold up my hands and admit: I HATE THEM. I HATE HIIT. It is the devil, it hurts and I want to break all cardio machines into a million pieces. There, I said it. So don’t feel like you’re the only one hating cardio, I do too but unfortunately it’s one of those things that has to be done. Once again, pure will power saw me through those 45 minutes. Pure determination and my old friend, visualisation.