After attending my last event of the week, I have some breathing room.
It’s been a good week, busier than hell, but I made it through none the worse for wear.
I still have some work to finish up based on events I covered this last week, but with a more or less clear schedule for the beginning of the week I will have some much needed recovery time.
I covered two events today, and despite not being able to get my ass out of bed as early as I would have liked, I still managed to find time to get a workout in. I ended up doing a 1.25 mile fast walk, at 19min/mile pace, followed by my weight routine and stretching.
With my weight routine today I managed to get back up to 3 sets of 12 reps. If I can keep this routine going again I’m hoping to add some weight again by this time next week.
Two things have been hard with the weight routine lately.
One, I’ve been so busy it’s been hard cramming it in. I have had plans to start getting up early and working out, however I’m not sure what’s been up with me, I just haven’t been able to get the lead out of my ass to get moving.
Second, trying to re-establish my routine after falling off it for nearly three weeks is it’s own particular challenge. The saying goes that if you repeat something for 21 days it becomes a habit. Falling off the routine for as long as I did basically established a new, easier, habit that’s been a bitch to break out of.
The thing is, I know it, and I’m working on it. Getting myself back into a regular fitness routine is important for my mental and physical health. The last few weeks have shown me how much the lapse in my routine has impacted my moods and emotions. It’s also wild how much better I’m feeling even three days into my new routine.
I don’t always want to do it though. Sometimes it’s damn hard getting the motivation to get out of bed, let alone haul myself onto the treadmill. What I’m starting to realize though, is that it’s harder living with the emotional unrest and turmoil knowing that a workout has such a stabilizing effect on me.
I was watching a motivation video on Youtube the other day, and a quote stuck with me.
“If you do what is easy, your life will be hard, but if you do what is hard, your life will be easy.” –T. Harv Eker.
It is absolutely true. If you do the hard thing as opposed to the easy thing, life is more challenging, but oh so much more rewarding. Recovery in mental illness is work. It’s effort. It’s worth that effort, because in that effort life becomes so much more fulfilling and easier to handle.
This week has been a prime example of that. I’ve pushed myself hard this week. I’ve been covering events. I’ve made time to re-establish my routine, and I’ve found myself feeling two things, fatigue and accomplishment. The fatigue is different than the soul-sucking blackhole of no energy that I normally get. The fatigue I’ve been feeling this time has been the fatigue earned after hard work is done.
Just my thoughts.