I've been struggling with the ole double edge reality of exercise lately.
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Just doin' it, and then overdoin' it.
Which begs the question - what was I thinking?
The plan was to strengthen certain areas of the body so that I'd be able to do certain things better. Like walk and stand up.
The outcome was I decimated those certain areas of my body, previously functioning OK, rendering me unable to do to do almost anything.
Except maybe ache while sitting still.
This outcome left a familiar dent in the exercise head space. In trying to improve myself, I ruined myself.
It's called over-training, and if your brain had any sense, you'd be over training until the pain subsides. Boom tish.
But the body-brain relationship doesn't necessarily work like that, particularly in an over-eager exercise context.
Like all relationships - personal, political, medical - often the party with least idea insists on making all the decisions.
That'd be the brain in this scenario; the body just following orders until something really hurts. Pain being the body's way of saying slow down tiger.
In sensational leadership fashion gung-ho brain pushes through, insisting "No pain, no gain".
And maybe that's when muscle ripped off bone.
Sure felt like it next day, although probably only a minor strain Diddums.
Dr Google, however, suggested you should never rule out tendonitis.
Or bone cancer.
Alarm experts warn Dr Google isn't really a friend in these situations because you're vulnerable to suggestion.
And Dr Google has so many suggestions.
But what else is brain going to do now that body can't move, except Google catastrophic self-diagnoses?
The exercise push was supposed to have been a great leap forward.
Or lunge, depending on which area of the body you were targeting.
Either way, leaps or lunges don't necessarily mean 'up'. Or forward.
Indeed, 'lunge' is only a 'p' away from 'plunge', as I found.
Back to the ground zero of my exercise ambition.
Or a bit before actually, when I could move without the sensation of red hot pokers reflecting round my joints.
Not exactly the burn I was after, and following the setback came the blame game.
Did brain willingly inflict such suffering on body?
Brain pleaded no, body declared 'well obviously'.
Head suggests it only had body's best interests at heart.
Heart said with friends like you, who needs cholesterol.
Which is what we'll be working on over the next couple of weeks on the couch.
Rest being the best form of recovery, combined probably with chips.
As far as just doin' it, I did it, and now I'm done until I can overdo it all over again.
