Yesterday I went back to the gym for the first time in a long time. Some of the strength I used to have was gone, but not as much as I anticipated. Part of it was the usual exercise in frustration and seething hatred for undergrads here. I waited so long for equipment that I only managed to get through half my routine before I had to bail to make a lab meeting. It would have normally had me pissy beyond belief, but it was a leg day and I had already pushed hard through squats and deadlifts and what I did get done seemed to be enough to give me a very subtle high. It's been a long time since I had that exercise high. I keep forgetting that I'm susceptible to it, and keep forgetting how much I like it. Someone remind me next time I'm acting ambivalent about lifting heavier or lead climbing overhangs until I fall too far to get back on the wall.
Also my ass is sore. I find that post-exercise pain will evolve for me. Most of the time it comes on slowly (and with climbing I'm pretty much guaranteed a day of grace before I start hurting), and sometimes it'll move. So while my hamstrings were sort this morning, my pain has now settled into my sizeable bum and inner thighs.
It feels really good getting back in the gym. I was not expecting this. I was expecting reluctance and apprehension and self-recrimination and the heartbreak of starting all over again. Instead I feel like I'm sliding into a warm comforting bath... the kind that makes your ass hurt.
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