Who operates a Sport seriously, and often develops a relationship of love. I heave like heavy dumbbells and I’m totally in love with these rather simple-seeming employment. Which, of course, is much more than that. The same thing, I would have said a few years ago about the sport of running or Climbing, and it would have been so true. Because of how relationships with people change, so also to sports.
On the power of sports, everything starts with a Plan and a goal. No matter whether you will be fitter, naked look better, his back wants to get rid of pain. Important, the focus is, then, one determines the steps on how this is achieve it. And then you go through with the Plan.
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most of The people hold the power of sport is boring and stupid. But as in Yoga, the following applies: you reap what You slip. It is not important which is the muscle how much weight how many sets of moves. It is crucial that you improve. This requires total dedication to each repetition you perform as intensely and accurately as possible. The more precise the movement, the more intense the concentration on the muscle, the greater the training effect. Really seriously train means to reach at the Moment, the implementation of a state of Zen, in absolute concentration.
With the devotion, the beauty comes. I prescribe myself completely to my Exercises: A certain number of sets with a certain number of repetitions, where I RUB myself in the Moment of the training, slavishly waste. I’m going to in a sentence, exists in this Moment only, the number, the Exercise, the pain, indicating that I challenge my muscle correctly. The Hyper Training, which targets muscle growth, tropical it is also necessary to surpass on a regular basis. To be so progressive, with more Weights to train more repetitions, the better. For years, I’m doing lunges. And still I’m learning.
Also a propensity for sado-masochism helps, because total dedication often ends in pain. Sadistically whipped to the Effort, masochistic to endure, until consciousness seems to be dwindling concentrically, to a point narrowed the goal that separates it from the fainting by exhaustion. The weight to throw off, to gasp for air and experience how the consciousness expands with each breath, is more satisfying than any drug.
Michèle Binswanger is the author of the “Tages-Anzeiger”, loves sports and training philosophies. Weekly, she writes, the Work-out column and posts regularly on this Instagram channel.
Created: 14.11.2019, 17:20 PM
