I wobbled up the stairs, wincing in pain while basking in joy.
I had survived my first workout in the gym. It was painful. I doubt I knew how long ten minutes really was prior to the kettle-bell circuit. Yo! I had started with a fire in my belly, ready to show myself that I wasn’t as rusty as I felt. At the fourth minute mark, I was asking myself why again I thought this was a good idea.
When I was done, my thighs burned. It made the ab workout feel like a resting period. home workouts had prepared my abs for the pain, but nothing, not even climbing stairs in buildings without stairs had prepared me for the burn in my thighs and glute.
It was painful but it was necessary. Last week I was battling fatigue all the time. I woke up tired and sluggishly moved along as the hours went by. In the afternoon I was spent, all I wanted to do was sleep.
I slept the first day and the second day. On the third day, my daughter, Miss K, told me that she thought I had slept enough. My sleeping and sluggishness meant that she couldn’t craft with me. In this season her language of love is crafts and paint, oh paint. She could paint all day long, and I now find painting therapeutic.
Her comment was my wake up call, I knew that I needed to do something about the fatigue. The next afternoon, when I snuck away to rest (read: sleep) I decided to work out instead. It didn’t feel exciting, nah! It took a lot of self-control to stay the course, but I finished and I felt great. Tired, but energized, and I was able to be more present for the girls later that day.
Yesterday was my first day in a gym this year, I had run out of excuses why I couldn’t go. Miss K’s words rang through my mind as I did the workout. I felt like a wobbly jelly-fish when I was done, but that is much better than feeling like a hibernating bear.
Here’s to more jelly-fish days in the hope of one day having the energy, agility, and excitement for life like a dolphin.