While I’ve been wallowing in
sweat self pity over all of you fabulously fit people doing your thang, I realize that I honestly should be using my time a little more wisely.
Wallowing only belongs in “He’s Just Not That Into You” and has no place in my never-ending workout path to gluteus glory.
Why have I been crying? Well, it’s not my party, my wedding, my funeral, an end or a beginning of anything.
I’m injured. This isn’t headline news, but I still cannot come to terms with watching others post their run results or their latest crossfit WOD time. It’s making me feel like a bench warmer…and a crappy one at that.
The bench isn’t even warm, it’s cold. Cold from my lack of initial faith when it comes to encountering a major roadblock and my reluctance to actually be motivated enough to do something about it.
The feeling of defeat is associated with this territory of dealing with this Type A personality of mine. In reality, I know it’s better for me in the long run to sit and wait out these injuries rather than G.I. Jane it and end up bedridden for the rest of my days.
Now that I’ve whined, I’ll share with you a rest/stretch/yoga influenced workout- (if it’s even worthy of the word “work”). While I didn’t break a sweat during this, it helped tremendously with my battered body parts. (basically my entire right side from head to toe)
How do you control recurring injuries? Any Jedi mind tricks? Is the only answer really rest? 😮 Am I being dramatic? Wait…don’t answer that!
Peace, love, and be thankful NOW!