Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Exercise, for me, is a strange animal, partially because of being raised under a freakishly demanding fitness junkie, partially because of the disabilities I developed later in life, I have a VERY mixed bag of emotions when it comes to exercise. I like it, for the most part, even though most of the time, my body and/or brain tries to tell me I'm too tired/achy/fat/sick to manage it.
Today, being struck down by almost all of those problems, I decided I HAD to do something, even a little, so out came WATP for the 1 mile walk with 2 lb weights. Now that it's done, it doesn't feel like nearly enough, even though I'm achy, and my hips and knees clicked all the way through. I don't feel broken, and bruised, so it doesn't feel like nearly enough...
I'm in Overdo mode... so, even though I'm short on my minutes for the day, I'm going to try my best to keep easing into this, because it's inevitable that after Overdo, comes Overdon't... when the burnout sets in, and I'm hurting myself just to feel like I've done something and I. Just. Quit.
There's a million Cliches that say what I'm trying to convince myself of... "Rome wasn't built in a day" "It's a marathon, not a sprint" yadda, yadda... only problem with those are, I was taught from a very early age that "Pain is the weakness leaving your body" and "If it doesn't hurt, you're doing it wrong" so yeah, there's a lot I need to get over in my head I guess.