Tonight I went to the steam room.
Stay with me, this gets more interesting.
I've been once again stuck down with a viral and bacteria chest infection. Having worked through my last course of steroids and antibiotics while maintaining my swimming training along with spinning and running, it seemed something was up when I relapsed only 3 days after finishing the drugs. The drugs don't work? They fecking well do.
So back to the doctor and the trusty drugs while wondering how many steroids will show up in my system come 70.3 day. If I win I'll always wonder if it was the steroids. If I win? When I win.
I decided this time to knock the training on the head for a week and just focus on extra sleep and feeling better. With no work next week I have plans for extra training since time allows so best be chest fit for that.
But I still couldn't stay away from the gym.
It's an addiction. One that takes time to grow but once you're in the groove you really miss it. The ultimate habit I suppose. Focused pain. Ultimate gain.
You feel ancy. Full of energy. On edge. Stressed, nervous, and above all, bored. Really bored. Wondering what you are missing and how far you are behind. In truth probably not that far behind and probably better to take the rest. But since when am I going to take my own advice?Who ever does that?
So yeah, I went to the steam room with the thinking of helping my chest.
3 minutes in and I couldnt sit still so I did some stretching. And then some more stretching. More stretching than I've ever consciously done. Cause let's face it everyone hates stretching. It doesn't feel like really training. It's just rubbish at the start and end that you read is good for you bit never do. Like eating spinach. It's up there with foam rolling on the "What you should do-but never do and when you get injured the physio gets to remind you why" list.
So I spent an hour of hardcore (not actually that hardcore but I've got poetic licence here) all the muscles I could think of stretching in the misty warmth of the stream room.
And it worked in many ways.
Apart from physically the benefits of a good stretch in a warm setting it helped my mind, my boredom. I didnt see it as another wasted day. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself sick days always feel a waste of time.
I felt I achieved something. And that sense of achievement is so important for the mind. For mindset.
Every night I ask myself a simple question,
"What did I achieve today?"
I list all my achievements, work achievements, family achievements, social achievements, exercise achievements. Little steps, little gains. Things to make you feel good, hopefully and happy.
And if you can't think of any you're not giving yourself enough credit, because there's always something small that doesn't matter to anyone else but to you it's success.
Mantra for today: Achieving a little when not being able to do a lot.
Stay with me, this gets more interesting.
I've been once again stuck down with a viral and bacteria chest infection. Having worked through my last course of steroids and antibiotics while maintaining my swimming training along with spinning and running, it seemed something was up when I relapsed only 3 days after finishing the drugs. The drugs don't work? They fecking well do.
So back to the doctor and the trusty drugs while wondering how many steroids will show up in my system come 70.3 day. If I win I'll always wonder if it was the steroids. If I win? When I win.
I decided this time to knock the training on the head for a week and just focus on extra sleep and feeling better. With no work next week I have plans for extra training since time allows so best be chest fit for that.
But I still couldn't stay away from the gym.
It's an addiction. One that takes time to grow but once you're in the groove you really miss it. The ultimate habit I suppose. Focused pain. Ultimate gain.
You feel ancy. Full of energy. On edge. Stressed, nervous, and above all, bored. Really bored. Wondering what you are missing and how far you are behind. In truth probably not that far behind and probably better to take the rest. But since when am I going to take my own advice?Who ever does that?
So yeah, I went to the steam room with the thinking of helping my chest.
3 minutes in and I couldnt sit still so I did some stretching. And then some more stretching. More stretching than I've ever consciously done. Cause let's face it everyone hates stretching. It doesn't feel like really training. It's just rubbish at the start and end that you read is good for you bit never do. Like eating spinach. It's up there with foam rolling on the "What you should do-but never do and when you get injured the physio gets to remind you why" list.
So I spent an hour of hardcore (not actually that hardcore but I've got poetic licence here) all the muscles I could think of stretching in the misty warmth of the stream room.
And it worked in many ways.
Apart from physically the benefits of a good stretch in a warm setting it helped my mind, my boredom. I didnt see it as another wasted day. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself sick days always feel a waste of time.
I felt I achieved something. And that sense of achievement is so important for the mind. For mindset.
Every night I ask myself a simple question,
"What did I achieve today?"
I list all my achievements, work achievements, family achievements, social achievements, exercise achievements. Little steps, little gains. Things to make you feel good, hopefully and happy.
And if you can't think of any you're not giving yourself enough credit, because there's always something small that doesn't matter to anyone else but to you it's success.
Mantra for today: Achieving a little when not being able to do a lot.
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