… just how good it feels when I drag my carcass on to the treadmill or haul my layered-in-clothing butt out to the barn to climb on a horse.
It is safe to say that I never regret the time and effort it takes to do so.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who procrastinates or puts off the actual last few steps to working out — setting aside other chores, getting into the workout clothes, turning up the stereo, etc. — and ends up sweating and jogging and thinking “why did I put this off? It feels great!”
Am happy to report that my little knee twinges are no longer an issue and this week I went to see a local myofascial release massage therapist who found my psoas and piriformis completely in knots, just as I suspected.
She gave me a few new stretches to add to my repertoire and I carefully tried to maintain my alignment during yesterday’s 3 miles on the treadmill.
It’s not unlike being self-vigilant in the saddle during an endurance ride.
“Right shoulder back.”
“Left leg long.”
“Belly button to 2 p.m.” (My torso doesn’t actually twist to the right as a result, mind you, this is my way to make it straight because it naturally twists to the left. Oh my lying body!)
In the end it feels good. Cooling down, red-faced and wet-haired.
Not sure if that 5k is going to work out, but it’s still written in my calendar, and I’m still shuffling along on my way to that destination.
So far, I’m plugging along with the New Year’s Resolution.
Doing just a little bit better.