Along with Adrian, I waited until about 6pm to begin my exercises. In fact, I am glad he got started first because if he hadn't made that move I may not have started until much later. The fatigue I was feeling made me not want to do much of anything. I kind of lay stagnant, seemingly unable to move my own body around or to get my brain working past half-speed.
Boy do I regret not doing the exercises in the morning. After engaging my body and getting my blood flowing and muscles working, my energy level came bursting up. Now it's three hours later, I am showered and filled with curry and tea, and yet I still feel energetic. Feeling so good and in touch with my body makes me really want to sit zazen, or draw. Something that engages my body and mind. I think I may go to that right after I post this.
A fog has truly lifted, and I feel much clearer...and happier.
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2 comments:
Here's the truth.
It's much harder thinking about doing exercise than actually doing it.
Find a way to short-circuit the thoughts that make training seem like a big deal. You're just moving your body in a certain way for a few minutes. That's all. It's no big deal and nothing to be averse too.
We all struggle with this but there's a point when you hear the internal whiner say "But I'm tiiiiiiiired" and you just say, "oh shut up... where's my jumprope?"
Oh, boy, the word verification actually means something (in Japanese): "katai" means "hard (to the touch)". So don't be so "hard" on yourself. Sounds like your body came through with the right message. Keep at it!
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