Motivation Monday - When Motivation Fails - Part 2

Link: Motivation Monday - When Motivation Fails Part 1

1. I never realized how much work, and what type of work was needed at a given time.
2. I was never motivated enough to actually give up other aspects of my life that didn't make be a better volleyball player.

Me serving when I played in Tromsø. Nikon D200

When I was young and played volleyball, I just had fun. I got better every day, and my body got stronger and better suited to play such an intense sport. At the time motivation was through the roof. But there was one thing I didn't like to do, lift. This was mostly because I wasn't familiar with the different aspects of it and didn't have the knowledge about why I should do it.

Soon though I realized how much I didn't know. I continued to play volleyball and ended up injured. This became "the way things were" for me. I was always a little bit injured, and worked out enough for the injury to be managed, but never more. I had hit my wall, but I still kept on doing okay on the volleyball court, so I was fine with it. I remember saying to a journalist once that I had trouble slicing bread during the week, because my shoulder hurt so much. I was starting to realize how much work was needed for me to actually become injury free, and it scared me. I wasn't ready to sacrifice that much. 

I got better at lifting, but I only prevented the injuries from getting out of hand, instead of actually working towards diminishing them. It took almost 10 years of volleyball before I starting squatting and doing deadlifts seriously, and by then I felt it was too late. It wasn't of course, but the amount of work needed was so large that I couldn't get motivated. I kept injuries at bay, but soon felt that my physical abilities was starting to get limited. It was just one thing after another that didn't work, and I just didn't have the motivation to work myself out of it. I was getting towards the end.

Looking back at those days I realize that most of what happened was my own fault. I could always try to blame others, but as I actively didn't go out to seek the information I needed, I failed. I didn't want it enough. This is why I have started reading and educating myself. I don't want to make the same mistakes again. How to train correctly is just as important as going out to train every day, and I am confident that I will be able to do so from now on.