Oh, man. I finally hit the gym for the first time in ages two nights ago, and I was sore the entire next day. I’m actually still feeling it in my muscles even today, but I have a deal with myself to hit the gym religiously every other day no matter what, until there is no soreness the next day. At that point, I’ll add strength training back into the mix and do that every other day, but cardio every time I go to the gym, which will be at least 5 days per week. That will get me back to where I was when things were all going right.
Sooo, like a good little-big girl, I went back tonight. I didn’t make it as long or push myself as hard as I did two nights ago, but I did what I needed to do. It does feel good to know I’m moving again, and the physical exertion cyclically reinforces the effort of the good eating habits.
Unfortunately, I moved in July, and I HATE my new(ish) gym. I hate, hate, hate it. The equipment is cruddy, it’s always way too crowded, and the people it’s crowded with are mostly meathead guys who think they’re bad-asses, but really, they’re skinny little punks who sit on the weight machines and pay more attention to their phone than the time elapsing between their sets. Assholes. Furthermore, none of the machines — cardio or weights — are the type I like or am used to, and there aren’t enough of them to go around so as to avoid waiting to work out. Seriously, I hate this damn gym.
All this to say, the coaxing I have to do to get myself to go to the gym when I’m feeling under motivated, is even more difficult now that I have to go do something hard at a place I despise. I mean, it could be worse, but man, does this place suck!
Added to that, I have a fun new twist on an old story: the heel spur I’ve had since July of 2015 is still around. Not only is it still around, but it’s begun to become painful instead of just annoying. Now that I’ve resumed working out, I’ve noticed a difference in the way I’m distributing my weight on my feet, which has made me conscientious of how I walk and stand in regular daily situations. I’ve apparently been compensating for the discomfort caused by my bone spur. I don’t want that to cause a whole new set of problems, so I’m seeing my podiatrist on Friday. I hope he can take care of it right then and there instead of asking me to do stretches at home for a few weeks or something, cuz I’m not trying to deal with this anymore. If I end up needing any form of treatment that requires me to be off of my feet for any period of time, I’m prepared for that, and I will find ways to keep moving so I get some burn in. It just has to stop.
February is off to a kind of meh start, but I am still feeling committed and resolute, even if a little wary.