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So...

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] 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.
johnpalmer: (Default)
So...

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] 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.
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