I don’t feel right tonight. Do I feel sick? No. But I feel crummy. My head hurts, my body aches, and I just want to close my eyes and sleep but still have errands to do (feed the dogs, eat my dinner, etc.). I have two choices: I can wallow. This is what I might have done before therapy. I would have thought: why did I get sick? How did this happen? Or… I can tell myself, “I don’t feel well, do the bare minimum, let the dishes sit, feed the dogs after you’ve eaten, have a small glass of scotch, watch a little Larry David, and don’t think about how awful you feel.” My understanding of meditation is it takes time and practice – with my therapist’s help with time and practice, I can now bypass the wallowing and get straight to the coping techniquess without too much effort. Hopefully I will feel better tomorrow.
I learned something shocking today — that most people have to fight through their minds telling them to stop during exercise. And that people feel burning in their muscles when they exercise. Whoa!!
I am in my 40s and never knew that happened – my mind never tells me to stop, and I never feel burning in my muscles (I always go until my body simply can’t go anymore, but I never feel burning when exercising). For example, if I am lifting weights that I can do 5 times, and try for a 6th rep, I might not be able to finish that rep, but it never ever hurts or burns during that attempt – my body simply just won’t lift it.
I’ve always been able to outhustle other people and have been surprisingly strong for my weight (155), and able to sprint at full speed a lot farther than most people — now I know why! It isn’t discipline – it’s that I don’t feel the misery or pain that most people do. Usually I fight the other problem – my mind doesn’t want to stop and I have to quit so that I don’t feel too much pain the next day or suffer from low blood sugar.
Wow! It must suck for most people to exercise – I can’t imagine. I suddenly feel very lucky. I can’t take credit for it – I was just born that way. SInce I was a very young child people have always commented about my ability to run and exercise forever (I remember in high schoool a teammate saying he hated guarding me in basketball because I never got tired 🙂 ).
At 7 AM, the sun was rising over the distant hills and reflecting off the city skyline, there were white whisps in a pink/blue sky, flowers in the trees and I had the local schoolyard to myself to shoot baskets. There were even new nets on those baskets instead of the normal chains or ratty old nets. Yes, life was good for those 30 minutes.
I loved shooting baskets outside as a kid, and 40 years later I love it just as much…