I sought some refuge in the gym where I belong. The industrial air conditioning was a nice touch. I jogged, swung heavier kettlebells, lunged, squatted, and stretched. For the first time ever, I tried the pull up assist machine. I can barely do them even with 100lbs as an assist, but I was able to do 2 sets of 3 pull-ups, and then 1 more most of the way. I could tell my form was suffering so I stopped.
On Saturday, I worked out harder than I have in a long time, for longer than I have in a long time. The next day I could barely walk, which was a somewhat welcome feeling. I went to my restorative stretch class to remedy this and was distracted and antsy the whole time.
I'm in a period of wanting to move ALL THE TIME.
I am getting ready to take a true vacation for the first time in 6 years, and I am anxious. I am stircrazy and full of wanderlust. I want to walk in a new place and climb the mountains and see everything.
My body is yearning to move move move move move move.
I'm doing my best to let it.
As I return to the office today, I commit to taking many rounds to check in with co-workers. I am going to bring a smaller water bottle so that I need to walk to fill it more often. When I take breaks, I will walk outside to my current favorite walking playlist, and if I have energy, I will take myself to social dance night tonight and continue moving in joyful ways.
What are your favorite ways to move? The kind that make you feel happy when you're doing it and after.
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