Much as I hate to admit it, the blasted elliptical is quite the machine. In fact, I've become obsessed with it, and I want one for myself! I'm loathe to use the machine at work, but until I can scrape up $4,500 to get the same model I can use for free at work, I'll just have to suck it up.
I've decided that I am willing to be a hamster for a little while each day if it gives me the results I'm seeing (and feeling)! In fact, I've incorporated the machine into my fitness life and plan to continue to use it at least 4 times per week - always on my lunch break - and keep my running schedule after work on the days that I'm able.
It's a nice change from only running, and the change is beneficial in other ways - different muscles are worked and it keeps my metabolism and cardiovascular fitness "on its toes," so to speak.
*Bowed head* So there it is. I must admit defeat and shamefully also admit that I am in fact a hamster. ("I am hamster. Hear me squeak.")
My body has missed daily, strenuous exercise. I suppose that because I worked out so vigorously and almost daily from the time I was a child with dance, aerobics, then martial arts, that my body just NEEDS that to function normally. Since I added daily workouts back into my life I feel different. Better. More like myself - the younger me. I feel like a veil has lifted.
Is this "happy?" or is this just not stressed? Because I'm pretty sure I've been happy. But I'm not positive. How does one know when one is happy? There are no happiness measures that I'm aware of. I would venture to guess that in order to truly understand and feel happiness, one must truly understand and have felt sadness, hopelessness, despair. And if that is indeed the case, then I am certainly qualified to state if and when I am happy.
At any rate, my athletic rebirth (or is it a regression?) has been as effective as shooting up any of today's popular SSRIs. Who needs synthetic antidepressants when we are all equipped with endorphins?!
You used to think that it was so easy.
You used to say that it was so easy,
but you’re tryin’,
you’re tryin’ now.
Another year and then you’ll be happy.
Just one more year and then you’ll be happy.
But you’re cryin’,
you’re cryin’ now.
Baker Street – Gerry Rafferty
3 comments:
Aren't those endorphins something???? Like Prozac, only better.
The post about your dog was touching. I can totally relate.
I'm glad you're loving the elliptical! I love those machines too and used one regularly when we had a community gym before we moved. I miss it...*sniffle* Glad you're finding new muscles to torture ;) LOL
I am very happy when I work out. I do get stressed trying to get a workout in some times. If I don't workout I guess I don't feel stress. I feel guilt. I carry a lot of guilt anyway.
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