Iāve been on a really positive tear recently in the gym. Both my cardio and weight training has seen positive gains.
And today I rest.
This has been an amazing year for consistency of workouts. Most weeks have been 6 or 7 days of working out at some levelā¦ 20-30 minutes of cardio, 5 minutes stretching, and then working a single muscle to fatigue. Or the 50+ minute Coquitlam Crunch walk, or a workout with my buddy at his gym.
Sometimes this year Iāve had weeks where I really didnāt take a break. Thatās not hard to do when Iām only working one muscle strenuously besides doing my cardio. I can give my muscles a full rest before pushing them again, without having to take a day off. But my cardio always involves legs and when they get tight, my back gets tight.
This morning my body is telling me to take a break. Iām about to meditate and do a longer than usual stretch, and thatās it. Itās weird, I know how important rest is, but I usually plan my rest days before I get up in the morning and I canāt help but feel a little guilty skipping my workout today.
Itās a mental game I play with myself. Itās a fear of developing a bad pattern, of breaking the habit. So rather than just feeling good about my rest day, I sit with slightly guilty pangs. This is silly, of course, since what Iām doing is listening to my body. But part of me fears that an unplanned rest day like this is an excuse to have another one soon.
I should see my rest metaphorically as the space between musical notes, as the gaps that make the music. But instead I see my rest as a sign that Iām slipping, that my age is showing, that Iām getting soft. Iām not sure why I do this to myself? Itās a head game of rationalizations, rather than just letting go and enjoying the break. But maybe itās also that I truly enjoy the way working out makes me feel, the sense of accomplishment before I even leave the house.
Still, I need to listen to my body, take the rest dayā¦ and feel good about it!