Said no one, ever.
You might regret your choice of exercise, but when all is said and done, you will never regret the workout itself. Believe me, I know that sometimes, it’s hard to get up and get moving. There’s always at least one day a week where I feel like I literally cannot do anything; if it’s not from pain, it’s from simply being exhausted. Those days suck and on those days the absolute last thing I want to do is any form of exercise, (even though I know that in the end I’ll feel better for it).
Today was one of those days. It’s spring time, which means that the world outside looks like some kind of demented yellow snow globe. There is pollen EVERYWHERE and I am allergic to basically all of it. Thankfully, I’m not as bad off as some people, but it’s enough to make me sniffle, sneeze, cough, wheeze and generally miserable for at least a few weeks. Add that on top of the fibro issues and it can be a real mess, which is where I was earlier today. I didn’t sleep well because I was too busy blowing my nose, so as you can imagine, moving around was not high on my list of “wants” today.
Somehow, I managed to convince myself to put my workout clothes on. I could have easily walked around the neighborhood, but I know myself well enough to know that if I stayed close to the house, I wouldn’t get very far before giving up. Instead, I forced myself into the car and drove up to a nearby park. Once I got there, it was far easier to put one foot in front of the other; what else was I going to do?
No, it wasn’t my most stellar performance, but the important thing is that I made it happen. Yes, I did spend the first half of my walk cursing myself as an idiot for “dragging my sorry ass out into this pollen riddled hell hole”, (I was really grumpy), but as I finished the last leg of my route, I started to feel awesome. I checked my Fitbit and saw that I had made my step goal for the day and I actually cheered out loud. By the time I made it back to my pollen encrusted car, I felt fabulous and not just from exercise induced endorphins; I was proud of myself for doing it. What could have been a really cruddy day turned into a victory day; not because my situation changed, but because I chose to make it a victory. There is always a choice, you just have to remember to make it.
Fighting Fibro with Fire 