Decided to take a bit of a risk yesterday evening and went to the gym. I've been struggling with a very iffy left leg all week and avoided exacerbating what I assumed was a muscle strain by fore-going any midweek exercise. My avoidance strategy seemed reasonably successful as the discomfort had considerably reduced by Friday morning. But enough lingered to make it a fifty-fifty decision later in the day.
It turned out to be the right decision, I assume, because my sixty minutes on the trainer have not resulted in any kind of further pangs today. Indeed, the discomfort has gone completely. And I'm particularly congratulating myself on having the wherewithal to reduce the resistance on the machine and deliberately ease up for the session. An earlier version of myself would have been very reluctant to make any such concession - and probably would have knackered himself completely. This older version appears to be wiser. You learn a lot from impending decrepitude.
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