Got back to the gym last night after a lay-off of slightly over a month. Whatever fitness I’d built up over the preceding months seemed to have disappeared. I managed my sixty minutes on the elliptical trainer, but it felt more like sixty years. And the weights afterwards were distinctly weighty. I found myself moving around today in a manner that might kindly be referred to as 'gingerly'.
In a strictly
conceptual sense, it was good to get back to doing some real exercise. It just
didn’t feel that way at all. At some point I’ll probably be happy I got going
again, but that point was not today, nor the night before.
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