Alright, let’s talk about something that’s been on my mind. You hear about these folks, these 5 time Wimbledon champions, and you kinda wonder, how do they even do that? Five times? Seriously? The dedication, the sheer grit… it got me thinking.
So, I decided to try a little experiment myself. Not tennis, goodness no. My coordination is, let’s just say, not championship material. But I wanted to see if I could borrow just a tiny bit of that discipline for something I’ve always struggled with: sticking to a morning workout routine. I mean really sticking to it.
Getting Started (Again)
I started simple. Just 20 minutes. Every single weekday morning. Before coffee, before checking emails, before the world woke up. The first week? Easy peasy. Felt great, super motivated. Like, yeah, I got this. Totally channeling my inner champion, you know?
I set out my workout clothes the night before. Filled my water bottle. Did all the little things they say you should do. I even made a little checklist. Felt pretty professional about it.
- Set alarm 30 mins earlier
- Clothes ready? Check.
- Water bottle? Check.
- No excuses? Uh oh.
The Grind Is Real
Then came week three. It rained. A lot. My bed felt incredibly warm. That little voice started whispering, “Just skip today. One day won’t hurt.” This is where I figured the real work started. It wasn’t about the workout itself anymore, it was about fighting that voice.
I literally had to picture some tennis legend, maybe facing a match point, rain delay messing with their head. What would they do? They wouldn’t just quit, right? So, I dragged myself out of bed. Those were the toughest days. Didn’t even feel like a good workout sometimes, more like just showing up. Showing up was the win.
Finding a Rhythm
Slowly, very slowly, it got… well, not easier, but more normal. It became part of the routine, like brushing my teeth. I stopped thinking about it so much. Some days were still harder than others, especially when I was tired or stressed from work. I had to adjust. Some mornings were just stretching, others I pushed harder.
I realised it wasn’t about being perfect like some machine. It was about consistency, even when it’s messy. Maybe that Wimbledon champ has off days too? They just don’t let it derail them completely. That felt like a breakthrough.
Where I’m At
So, am I a 5-time champion of morning workouts? Ha, not even close. But it’s been three months now. Three months of showing up, more often than not. I didn’t magically get super fit overnight, but I feel better. More awake, less grumpy in the mornings, surprisingly.
The biggest thing I learned wasn’t really about fitness. It was about that mental muscle. The one that gets you to do the thing even when you really don’t want to. Turns out, that needs practice too. Maybe that’s a tiny piece of what those champions have. It’s not glamorous, mostly just involves arguing with yourself at 6 AM, but yeah. That was my little project, inspired by the legends.
