I am so sore right now, I can’t pretend that it feels good and spin a story about how exercise is always awesome. I live a physical life. Not shy about it, but it comes at a cost. It is not always a Disney Day. If you need that message, watch the video below.
The truth is every fit person is living in some form of pain. (That goes for every dancer, athlete, soldier, fireman, EMT, physique model, action star, and anyone who uses their body daily. Even Mr. INSANITY himself told me he’s injured and looking to retire soon.) Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone you admired told the truth? It is almost as if being HUMAN makes one weak. Look past the pictures you see. Real life is not about posturing as a guru, posting selfies and enhancing image via smoke and mirrors. It’s about hard work and managed pain.
Oh, since I’m coming clean let it be known that I go to bed hungry some days too. I’m not fasting, taking supplements and doing a liquid cleanse. I manage my diet so to meet my energy needs. I restrict my calories. I avoid a diet of junk. It takes more thought but so does managing type 2 diabetes and heart disease.
Physically, I am also not taking short cuts. I’m not out having aerobic orgasms at SoulCycle or performing some generic adrenaline fueled workout of the day at my local social club. I methodically push myself to strengthen my core, maintain my mobility, increase my flexibility and sustain my strength. The mix of diet and exercise makes life challenging. Sometimes that shite downright hurts.
It is not every day that I’m aching but there many days when I spill out of bed with my muscles screaming. And before you think it, it is not an age thing. It hurt even when I was twenty-six. The difference is with age, you don’t spring back as fast. (There are also many people living in pain who don’t exercise at all. It is another type of cause-and-effect.)
Having admitted all this, I need to assert that being sore doesn’t mean I haven’t gone grocery shopping today, nor trained again, nor trained a client, avoided home cooking, agonized about writing this blog, refused to ride my bike in favor of a cab (almost), am not cleaning my home and won’t go to the theater tonight. I will have done and will do all these things but it doesn’t change I will do it all sore. Again, no regrets.
"Why bother" you may wonder. Well, the alternative is to not meet life’s challenges in the best shape I can manage. I like fitting into my clothes. I enjoy feeling good about myself, emotionally, physically and sexually. Living with regret, making excuses, being defensive, avoiding my reflection, seeking misdirection by vanity obsessed entrepreneurs, these behaviors would certainly hurt me more, nag at my spirit.
As long as I have ibuprofen. I have a friend. And not to mention the Dalai Lama approves.