“Impatience is a vice; vice is a disgrace,” my son said the other day in the car, adapting the old adage about patience and virtue to the current topic, which was probably traffic, since we were in the car. Impatience is also dangerous, especially in a fitness context.
Our bodies adapt to what we require of them. All they ask is a little time to get used to it. We can finish that long race and lift that amazingly heavy weight, but only if we let the body adjust by finishing shorter races and lifting lighter weights on our way. We need to show the body not only what to do, but how to do it so we can live to tell the tale with a minimum of soreness.
We are, mostly, tortoises. We put in the slow and steady work to win. Admittedly, we aspire to being tortoises with bursts of speed at the crucial moments. We get those by being smart.