You know, when I jumped back into exercising after my hiatus, I went from almost no movement (I’d been really sick and barely moved from the couch, where I slept, to my desk and back again) to hitting 10k steps and minimum 30 minutes of exercise every day.
I remember expecting that transition to come with pain. You can’t expect to go from 0 to 60 with no strain.
But the pain didn’t come then.
Ok, so before I’d been felled by the cold or whatever, I’d been moderately active, traveling to Asia and Europe. (Travel — remember when that was a thing? Lord, I miss that so much!) They weren’t my most active trips but I was on the go every day for excursions – because you know I don’t miss out on seeing new places!
So increasing my steps didn’t do me in.
(Although my visit to NYC definitely did have an impact, now that I think of it. I was a little tender the next day. Not to mention my hands were parched from all the hand-washing.)
But what I feel today, after what amounts to roughly 10 minutes of weight training in my workout yesterday?
This is what I was expecting and maybe fearing a bit after the long break.
Ow ow ow.
Ugh. Every muscle in my lower body feels bruised. This is for the birds.
Oh well… it’s not stopping me from doing the daily workout and steps. So let’s run through the workout platitudes:
The only way forward is through it. (Like there are any other options, since I don’t have time travel to go back and undo yesterday.)
Tomorrow is another day. (As always. Also, on my schedule it’s another day for weight training.)
No pain, no gain… (or some other crap that’s meant to be motivating but isn’t?)
Did I mention, ugh?