I sipped on my beer.
He was telling me how he had made some changes to his plan for playing professional baseball. He had his shit together, that was obvious. But I could tell by the way he explained things that he wasn’t sure about his choices.
“Listen,” I as I took another sip.”You can sit here and debate with yourself about the best training program all day, but you’re not going to get anywhere from just that.”
He was making the same mistake I was making at 22. Searching for the “perfect” program. Thinking that adding more was the answer, and trying to work every single muscle into every workout. It’s frustrating, I know.
“You need to stop trying to create the perfect program and start doing the optimal program.”
Nobody is perfect, right? That doesn’t stop the vast majority of people involved with fitness to still reach for it. It’s an end goal, though a damn near impossible end goal, but it motivates people to get in the gym and on the track, so I’m not going to knock it too much.
Sometimes, though, perfect becomes an obsession. This time, I will judge. And try to get it into your head that you’re wasting your time.
Obsessing over being “perfect” is just an excuse to bask in mediocrity.