A month ago I had a layoff due to injury unrelated to training. That had me off the mat, weight bench, treadmill, etc. for a week. I managed about three days the following week with a slow start back due to still not feeling 100%, then prep for some travel stole my time and actual travel even more. I did manage to get a few runs in while on the road (two of them in a wonderfully warm outdoor setting at my mom's followed with yoga by the pool. (Needless to say it is my humble opinion that these traditionally retired people have it made LOL).
But, I digress...
And we did a ton of walking while in New Orleans. But, there was a noticeable shift in my regimen from actively seeking movement in various forms to really....not. Or, as I described it to a friend, a whole lotta pffffftttttttt.... going on in my training life as of late.
I realize this is probably just a symptom of my larger issue of not feeling up to par in general about life and a lot of the things going on in it right now but part of my plan to get out of that ditch involves an unorthodox method for me.
See, I have confessed before to my extreme dislike of "exercise" even as people scoffed at said confession. I workout so therefore I must "love" exercise, right? Wrong. I'd rather do just about anything than commit to an exercise routine. I find it tedious. I find it boring. Sometimes the very thought of sets and reps makes me want to stab myself in the eye. Same with running or anything else people define as exercise. I have been exercising for 30+ years for various reasons. When I started it was strictly for the sake of vanity. Only as I aged did the benefits of "aerobic activity is good for the heart" and/or "weight bearing exercises make the muscles and bones strong" come into play. I didn't even start doing yoga seriously for the benefit of a peaceful mind and spirit. I started fitting it into my routine because as I age I worry about my flexibility. I worry that I may be prone to injury and debilitating structural issues and I want to (hopefully) keep all of that at bay.
Given the ways I feel about all of this exercise stuff, and also given the fact that despite how I feel I have, for more than 30 freakin' years, still consistently dragged my ass outta bed, forced myself away from my desk, or made my evening wait and have engaged in some manner of exercise five to six days a week. Not only that but even in recent years although I have become more intuitive with training I still follow a routine in my head based on what my head feels my body needs. IE - if I plan to train legs on Monday then I will map out the rest of my week in a manner of, well OK I did legs on Monday so I should do upper body on Tuesday and then blah blah blah....and so on. For being so amazingly consistent, reliable and downright anal retentive about my exercise routine I deserve a fucking gold watch or something. Only I don't want/need a gold watch. So, instead, for the next 30 years I am going to do something a little different. I mean, I think I've earned it.
So my unorthodox plan is simply to do whatever I feel like doing on a daily basis.. I know, right? Way to shake things up there girl. But, really, it is a HUGE step for me. Because on a daily basis I might be in the mood to just take a walk with my dog. I might be in the mood to just go to yoga at lunch. I might be in the mood to lift a weight or two (believe it or not sometimes I actually want to lift). Of course all of this means that I have to trust that even though there will be days where I want to do absolutely NOTHING, it will all balance out. I will still be a person of motion. I will still do things that are good for me and will keep me moving, lifting, bending, stretching. I will still take care of my body so that it will not fail me later. I have to trust that my fear that I will just truly begin to channel my beloved sloth and only get off the couch to eat and go potty is unfounded.
I played around with this idea last year but, really, it was folly at the time. I am a person that pretty much has to hit rock bottom or be just sick and tired of feeling a certain way in order to either make a change or simply let go of what I need to. I am stubborn I guess. I forge ahead and sometimes, at some point, I realize that I'm no longer making forward progress I am simply trudging along, teeth gritted and face in the wind. This can take weeks, months, years. LOL.
So, my training log will look a little different maybe. Perhaps I will change the name. Movement Log? Motion Journal?
Because the ability to express ourselves and care for ourselves through motion is something we should be grateful for...