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Tired day...
Feb. 17th, 2012 02:31 pmOne of the reasons I started exercising a bit obsessively is that I realized that having a tired heart mimics depression. When I work myself too hard, I'm unfocused, uncaring, tired, a bit despairing, and physical sensations (yes, including the biggie) stop being meaningful.
But now... well, I think I may have been overtraining. Yesterday, a 3 mph walking workout got me really sweaty. (That's a sign of one's heart working hard - or of excessive heat, but my house was at 65.) I got pretty sweaty when I took my 2.5 mph walk before bed, and I decided that, today, I'm going to call my 35 minutes of slow walking my workout for today. It happened after midnight, and if I'd walked 35 minutes on any day, I'd call that a good discipline workout anyway.
(No, a discipline workout is not when you find some eager bottom and spank them vigorously enough to be a workout, though that might be fun too. It's when you work out just to maintain the discipline of working out. If I was a weightlifter, I might go to the gym and lift significantly less weight than I'd normally lift, just to go through the motions, and avoid blowing off the workout entirely.)
Because, yeah, tiring one's heart out by overworking acutely can resemble depression - but so can *chronic* overwork. And while I'm proud that I'm 38 for 38 on the year, I've been averaging nearly two workouts a day for the past couple weeks. (One hard(ish), intended to boost my heart rate, and one slow, before bed. Netflix probably hates me by now :-).)
But now... well, I think I may have been overtraining. Yesterday, a 3 mph walking workout got me really sweaty. (That's a sign of one's heart working hard - or of excessive heat, but my house was at 65.) I got pretty sweaty when I took my 2.5 mph walk before bed, and I decided that, today, I'm going to call my 35 minutes of slow walking my workout for today. It happened after midnight, and if I'd walked 35 minutes on any day, I'd call that a good discipline workout anyway.
(No, a discipline workout is not when you find some eager bottom and spank them vigorously enough to be a workout, though that might be fun too. It's when you work out just to maintain the discipline of working out. If I was a weightlifter, I might go to the gym and lift significantly less weight than I'd normally lift, just to go through the motions, and avoid blowing off the workout entirely.)
Because, yeah, tiring one's heart out by overworking acutely can resemble depression - but so can *chronic* overwork. And while I'm proud that I'm 38 for 38 on the year, I've been averaging nearly two workouts a day for the past couple weeks. (One hard(ish), intended to boost my heart rate, and one slow, before bed. Netflix probably hates me by now :-).)
