Today was ridiculous. Or wait maybe it’s more accurate to say, today, *I* was ridiculous. Or at the very least some part of me that I have insufficient control over was ridiculous. I’ve felt like a grouchy cartoon rain cloud all day.
But yesterday I went to my second spin class. 45 minutes of a workout the instructor gleefully referred to as … Build and Break, where we did increasing increments of resistance for longer sets until you spend 15 seconds pedaling as fast as you can after raising resistance 4 times and then flopping exhaustedly into the seat to “break” the resistance, recover and do it again!
Today I lifted with the trainer. I’m over half way through my sessions I have 4 left, so another 3 weeks and then I need put myself into a comfortable routine so I can lift on my own, or go to classes where I can lift. I guess I will make it a priority to try one of those (sculpt or pump) in the next two weeks so I can map out a schedule and make the whole transition easier on myself. Because I would looove to keep at it with the trainer but financially it’s just far too expensive, and ultimately untenable.
I’ve been working out 2-3 days per week for the last month, last week was three days, and this week will be 4 and I’d like to keep it there. My trainer (punk ass little kid that he is) scoffed when I mentioned working out 3 days last week, I had meant “during the week” but still, while this road is not unfamiliar (e.g. being active/fit/healthy, etc…) it’s pretty overgrown with weeds :P. I’m a year out from my surgery. Recovery was better but longer this time. I spent over two months basically without the regular use of my leg while the MCL tear and fracture healed and then in the initial stages of recovery from the surgery. So the atrophy was bad, it is STILL bad. But finally a month ago I got off of my ass and did something.
Just the psychological hurdle of adding some entirely new thing to your life is a lot to deal with. I’ve only been at my job for about 5 months, we just moved last year, so working out with a trainer, joining a gym for the first time in years (I worked out mostly via soccer and at home for the last 6 or 7 years) is another somewhat significant transitional activity for me. I have to bring all of my shit with me to work on the bus, I have to shower in the middle of the day, I have to meet and workout under the direction of a stranger, all totally alien to me. Not “hard” per se but initially it’s just an asston of “new” to add to my reality.
Change is something people avoid but it’s hard. New things require additional energy, mental mobility, adaptability. It’s taxing on a level you don’t really recognize until you realize that in the space of a year, nearly all of your day to day routines are completely different.
So yeah, I’m happy about it. I feel better. I feel stronger, less restless, satisfied about how I spent my time. I’m sleeping better and my initial soreness went from nearly paralyzing to persistent but pleasantly manageable. It’s a familiar feeling I’m glad to be reacquainted with.
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