Wednesday weights.
Recovery nowadays at 51 is pretty brutal. My brain still believes I am still 21 and in the military. I still have the mental thoughts that I can lift heavy every day and go out, drink beer and get up and run 10 miles.
Omg that is just such crap. My brain is writing cheques the body is struggling to cash. No matter how much I stretch before and after, take protein etc etc the recovery now is tough.
I really struggle with this in my head. Exercise for me has always been a daily thing. Once upon a time, I could rattle myself daily.
Now I have to make a choice. Go hard and realise I look like a chicken for 3 days hobbling along, tired mentally and physically.
I still turn up at the gym or for a run with a plan. More often than not I do way too much as I enjoy it.
Big lesson: REMEMBER I NEED TO RECOVER. I GET STRONG WHEN I EAT AND SLEEP..
Action from the lesson: Crack on and just rattle me. I feel alive. Lesson NOT learnt.
Wednesday: 1 hour of the back. Warm up, Back work. Cool down. Stretch.
Gotta love Wednesdays. . .
I also remember: No one cares. Only I care about me. People are too busy with their own shit to give a fuck and that is good. Do your own life. How you choose. It is more fun that way.
