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Day to day stuff
Jan. 30th, 2007 08:21 amSo...
Yesterday was a "gym night", and I spent a good bit of the day getting ready for that. I was a bit headachey and my stomach felt a bit tender, so I was sipping mint tea and diet sprite much of the day. I've got two sore muscles on the side of my neck. I think it's caused by good news (I'm finally sitting up straight more often than not), but it's still annoying.
When I got ready to go home, I realized that I still felt like crap... damn shame I have to go to the gym. Worse, it's always crowded on Mondays. Much though I'd like to pretend that I'm beyond such petty annoyances as a crowded gym, I can't even pretend it yet. Have someone get on the aerobics machine next to me, and I'm pissed off because now I have to see them, or consciously work on ignoring them. ADHD is a bitch sometimes.
Then it occurred to me... I don't have to go to the gym. In fact, I'd probably be better off *not* going to the gym. However virtuous a workout feels, nothing beats a workout that leaves you happily tired, but feeling good from beginning to end.
Did I mention I've had a few aches because of my interval (run/walk) training? Well... some pains, too. But, really, nothing serious. No, really, I mean, non-macho, "yes, I know, 40 years old, I could blow out my knees and hate myself for the next 60 or so years" (what, don't *you* think you'll live to be 100?) nothing *serious*. Really. A damn good reminder not to be macho, but nothing serious. I don't talk about numbers and goals if I can avoid it, mostly because my "run" speed is a wimpy 5.2 miles an hour, and my walk speed is 2.3 miles an hour. However, I've experimented and find I can go up to 5.5 for two and a half minutes at a time without my heart complaining too badly, and my heart rate is going down when I'm doing the elliptical (I'm having a hard time getting up to 145, even after bumping the difficulty up by one, at my normal loping pace).
So I skipped it. Went home, tried to do some writing, got some rest, played some Sacred - for those of you who like Diablo II, Sacred is a great game. A bit buggy, but it was made with the basic Diablo philosophy done slightly differently. If you want to play, ask me or![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kightp and we might be able to give you some tips on how to translate Diablo L337 Skilz to Sacred - and had a restful bubble bath.
Then to bed when I realized, aw hell, it's almost midnight. So much for a perfectly restful night.
Of all of the acts of self-love, getting to bed for a restful, happy night's sleep is going to be one of the tough ones for me.
Yesterday was a "gym night", and I spent a good bit of the day getting ready for that. I was a bit headachey and my stomach felt a bit tender, so I was sipping mint tea and diet sprite much of the day. I've got two sore muscles on the side of my neck. I think it's caused by good news (I'm finally sitting up straight more often than not), but it's still annoying.
When I got ready to go home, I realized that I still felt like crap... damn shame I have to go to the gym. Worse, it's always crowded on Mondays. Much though I'd like to pretend that I'm beyond such petty annoyances as a crowded gym, I can't even pretend it yet. Have someone get on the aerobics machine next to me, and I'm pissed off because now I have to see them, or consciously work on ignoring them. ADHD is a bitch sometimes.
Then it occurred to me... I don't have to go to the gym. In fact, I'd probably be better off *not* going to the gym. However virtuous a workout feels, nothing beats a workout that leaves you happily tired, but feeling good from beginning to end.
Did I mention I've had a few aches because of my interval (run/walk) training? Well... some pains, too. But, really, nothing serious. No, really, I mean, non-macho, "yes, I know, 40 years old, I could blow out my knees and hate myself for the next 60 or so years" (what, don't *you* think you'll live to be 100?) nothing *serious*. Really. A damn good reminder not to be macho, but nothing serious. I don't talk about numbers and goals if I can avoid it, mostly because my "run" speed is a wimpy 5.2 miles an hour, and my walk speed is 2.3 miles an hour. However, I've experimented and find I can go up to 5.5 for two and a half minutes at a time without my heart complaining too badly, and my heart rate is going down when I'm doing the elliptical (I'm having a hard time getting up to 145, even after bumping the difficulty up by one, at my normal loping pace).
So I skipped it. Went home, tried to do some writing, got some rest, played some Sacred - for those of you who like Diablo II, Sacred is a great game. A bit buggy, but it was made with the basic Diablo philosophy done slightly differently. If you want to play, ask me or
kightp and we might be able to give you some tips on how to translate Diablo L337 Skilz to Sacred - and had a restful bubble bath. Then to bed when I realized, aw hell, it's almost midnight. So much for a perfectly restful night.
Of all of the acts of self-love, getting to bed for a restful, happy night's sleep is going to be one of the tough ones for me.
