Motivation Station

Dreams are a compilation of images, sensations and emotions that our mind puts together at random usually while we sleep. The pursuit of a dream begins with an abstract thought, a desire to make reality those situations that we encountered in our minds. Making a dream a reality takes courage, hard work and involves certain sacrifices. But above all it takes constant motivation. The result of my journey will be dependent on how successful I am at executing my responses to the following questions: how much do I really want and believe in my dream? And how much am I willing to sacrifice for it?. These questions should at least in theory, provide a framework to the motivation I need to fight for my dream everyday.

Workouts: Weeks 1-4

Week 1-4 : Back from Mexico and to the gym!

These past weeks I’ve been working on bars and beam solidly. I have been having plantar fasciitis on my left foot since districts (March) and it has gotten worse and worse. It was pretty painful during Nationals that is why Scott has taken the load off floor and vault at this moment.

These are the workouts for the next three weeks

Biggest Struggle: Focus and Self-confidence

Perhaps one of the biggest challenges of my training is losing focus and gaining confidence. Why is my confidence low? And why do I lose focus? Needless to say, these two issues are related. If my confidence is low, my mind wonders and worries about issues I have no control over and so my focus on the things I can control is lost. There are different aspects to my confidence:

The Whereabouts of a Dream

Getting to today has been a journey of its own. Only a year and a half ago I was incapable of doing a giant on the bars. I still remember that day in October of 2008 when I entered Fetzer gym C for my first practice with the UNC Gymnastics Club. I had no idea what to expect, all I wanted was to get back on the sport after almost 5 long years of not being able to practice it. As expected I was out of shape and although I still had a kip my giants would not make it over the bar. My right leg wore a huge metallic brace to remind me of my ACL repair I had had about two years prior after my futile attempt to return to gymnastics while in College in Maine. That same first day I met Scott Wilson, I don’t remember what our first interaction was but it must have been something within the lines of me talking to Ashley (a teammate and then president of the Club) about gymnastics and she saying that if I ever needed a spot that that guy (pointing at Scott who probably was about to vault a handspring front) will safe my life in all occasions, some kind of hand shaking followed and that was it.