I got kicked out of the pool today. Lightning. It was about five minutes before I would have gotten out anyway, so I called it good. I might have gotten in as much as 800 yards. Maybe.\n<\/p>\n
It wasn’t a hard-core workout today anyway. I lifted yesterday. Remember how I was in that room of big, beefy men and feeling self-conscious about it? Well, true to No\u00ebl form, I lifted far too heavy to compensate. I’m very, very<\/em> sore this morning.1<\/sup>\n\t<\/p>\n Oh, and it’s chilly and damp, so it’s the joint thing on top of muscle soreness. No, today was not<\/strong> a day I’d be getting my orca on.\n<\/p>\n Here’s where the whole “gotta improve all the time” would be kicking me in the ass right now. Today was not much of a workout due to several factors. If I were completely focused on constant improvement, this workout would have been discouraging to the point of upsetting. I don’t like<\/em> being thwarted in my goals. I’d be plotting how to make up for the bad workout, and making myself nuts about it.\n<\/p>\n The reality is that Life Happens. It is less important that each workout be a linear improvement than it is that I show up consistently. I have other things in my life that deserve more intense focus than lifting heavy stuff sometimes, or getting my heart rate up. I mean, really, it’s on par with evaluating bowel movements! They need to happen, yes, but past that? Unless it’s a serious factor in an illness, you don’t need to give it that much attention.\n<\/p>\n \n\u00a0<\/p>\n 1<\/sup>Yes, I broke Rule One.\n<\/p>\n *Ellie was my maternal grandmother, and paid an odd amount of attention to bodily functions.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I got kicked out of the pool today. Lightning. It was about five minutes before I would have gotten out anyway, so I called it good. I might have gotten in as much as 800 yards. Maybe. It wasn’t a hard-core workout today anyway. I lifted yesterday. Remember how I was in that room of … <\/p>\n