When I was little my Dad would tell me to always try my hardest. If I came home from school with a C, but I stayed after, got help and did everything I could a C was ok because he knew that I tried my hardest. Now, if I came home with a C and I was not doing all of those things there would be hell and fury to pay in the form of wood stacking. This “always try your hardest” has stuck with me throughout my life. However, lately this has begun to backfire on me. Apparently, there is such a thing as working out too much.
In the course of re-checking my thyroid, to ensure the meds are working, Doc also checked a bunch of other things too. One of the things he checked was my CK level which showed that things are not all happy happy joy joy on my insides. We kind of already knew that given my lackluster performances as of late. There is no reason why my levels should be this high. I haven’t been doing anything I deem out of the ordinary, or red lining. As of right now Docs orders are to take it easy for a while. Dad laughed when I told him those were Docs orders. You’ve never done anything half-way.
With all of this in mind I scheduled an ‘exercise playdate’ with a friend for an aerial yoga class. It is low key enough to be on the ‘allowed’ list of activities and neither of us had ever done it before which meant my brain was going to be happy. Having never done aerial yoga before I wasn’t sure what to expect. What I got was an amazing set of super juicy stretches. Being super flexible sometimes it’s challenging for me to get into specific muscles. The silks enabled me to get into those really hard to reach areas. It was totally fun, too.
I’ve been on a journey to find happy in working out again. Maybe this is the way that the Universe is going to help me along that path.