I like to hurt. LOL. Meaning that I like to be sore from my workouts. Soreness
means to me that my body is recovering from work. I am talking about what I consider “good” sore not being sore from injury or overuse. “Good” sore means that when you stretch maybe you feel your shoulders or your abs say ahhhhhhhhh…. “Good” sore means if you are a chick when you sit to pee your legs and bum say hello and you have to sort of grunt to stand up. LOL.
“Good” sore is how your thighs feel after a day of riding. Stairs may not be your friend in these final two examples but you will know you have earned your rest.
So, I have experienced plenty of good sore these past couple of weeks. I’ve been riding quite a bit and lifting a little heavier, concentrating mostly on more full body stuff including pullups, squats, deadlifts.
Plus I have been working as much as I can outdoors because the weather has finally for the most part turned around to actually being summer instead of the rainy season and I want to soak as much of it in as I absolutely can.
Being sore to me is very basic and leads me very much to believe in the body and the soul of myself.
I liken it to that lioness I imagine in my mind. She hunts and she sleeps. She lives her life in a mode of feast or famine. Of work and play and rest. Simple and true. She awakens with the dawn and stretches and feels the aftermath of the day before. And if she moves, works, runs and manages her place in the pride she is well.
To be good sore is to be alive and to be whole.
Because the ability to express ourselves and care for ourselves through motion is something we should be grateful for...