Exercise, you say?!
Nov. 3rd, 2003 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darcydodoI went to bed at around 1am, not quite intentionally, and woke up at 4am to write my mini-essay for William's Approaches to Literature class. This went at a bit of a snail's pace because I would intersperse bits of doing actual work with bits of discovering I'd just wasted several chunks of hours playing on the web, when I didn't even quite realize that I was playing on the web. This comes of working when I'm tired; I'm easily distractable.
When the morning dawned, it was gloriously blue, last night's pattering rain having vanished somewhere along with the darkness. At certain points today, there were still ugly leaden smudges patching the sky, but they seem now to have vanished yet again, and none of them actually fulfilled its threat of further rain.
In any case, I did get the piece finished way in advance of the Classics office closing (I was done with it by about 2pm), and that included time out for German (of course; quiz tomorrow, ugh) and for listening to AiR, who are really getting very very good. They're quite possibly the best group this year, at least when they sing outside. Because I'd finished the essay so early, I realized that I could, in fact, quite easily go into the city this evening, and hence attempted to reach![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
girlwithjournal to see if she still had an extra ticket for The Matrix: Revolutions.
Discovering thatgirlwithjournal had found an inferior substitute with whom to attend the film, I went to catch the bus home; however, as I approached Bancroft, I could see the 40L already turning onto Dana, which meant there was no way I would catch it. So I, with something possibly approaching mild insanity, or perhaps simply in a show of gratifying fortitude, decided to go to the gym for the first time in certainly over a year, perhaps over two years. This resulted in me feeling somewhat virtuous, as I had indeed just gone and exercised with the sole intention of exercising, somewhat silly, because I couldn't figure out how to work half the machines (or they seemed not to work as I expected, and hence I think I was doing something wrong), and somewhat random, because I was wearing jeans and therefore was rather limited in the sensible options available to me. (There have, by contrast, been days when I thought "I'd really quite like to go to the gym today" and then discovered that I was wearing sandals. Jeans are, clearly, the better of the two evils, despite their encumbrance.) Tomorrow, I will either feel gratifyingly sore, and at the same time rather pathetic, as I really didn't exercise all that much, or else very pathetic, because I won't be sore, and I'll have to face the realization that I couldn't even convince myself to exercise for long enough to make my muscles a bit stronger. I also seem to have lost pretty much all the strength I ever had in my upper body, which may come from never ever ever using my arm muscles for anything at all.
It's nice, in any case, having a day that I'm fairly positive I'm not going to get headache-y together with exercise, so that I can go to the gym. Believe it or not, this is no small part (if perhaps no large part either) of the reason why I tend not to exercise.
When the morning dawned, it was gloriously blue, last night's pattering rain having vanished somewhere along with the darkness. At certain points today, there were still ugly leaden smudges patching the sky, but they seem now to have vanished yet again, and none of them actually fulfilled its threat of further rain.
In any case, I did get the piece finished way in advance of the Classics office closing (I was done with it by about 2pm), and that included time out for German (of course; quiz tomorrow, ugh) and for listening to AiR, who are really getting very very good. They're quite possibly the best group this year, at least when they sing outside. Because I'd finished the essay so early, I realized that I could, in fact, quite easily go into the city this evening, and hence attempted to reach
girlwithjournal to see if she still had an extra ticket for The Matrix: Revolutions.Discovering that
girlwithjournal had found an inferior substitute with whom to attend the film, I went to catch the bus home; however, as I approached Bancroft, I could see the 40L already turning onto Dana, which meant there was no way I would catch it. So I, with something possibly approaching mild insanity, or perhaps simply in a show of gratifying fortitude, decided to go to the gym for the first time in certainly over a year, perhaps over two years. This resulted in me feeling somewhat virtuous, as I had indeed just gone and exercised with the sole intention of exercising, somewhat silly, because I couldn't figure out how to work half the machines (or they seemed not to work as I expected, and hence I think I was doing something wrong), and somewhat random, because I was wearing jeans and therefore was rather limited in the sensible options available to me. (There have, by contrast, been days when I thought "I'd really quite like to go to the gym today" and then discovered that I was wearing sandals. Jeans are, clearly, the better of the two evils, despite their encumbrance.) Tomorrow, I will either feel gratifyingly sore, and at the same time rather pathetic, as I really didn't exercise all that much, or else very pathetic, because I won't be sore, and I'll have to face the realization that I couldn't even convince myself to exercise for long enough to make my muscles a bit stronger. I also seem to have lost pretty much all the strength I ever had in my upper body, which may come from never ever ever using my arm muscles for anything at all.It's nice, in any case, having a day that I'm fairly positive I'm not going to get headache-y together with exercise, so that I can go to the gym. Believe it or not, this is no small part (if perhaps no large part either) of the reason why I tend not to exercise.
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I know I shouldn't fuss over you, but really, if it's rare for you to have a day when you're not so headache-y that you can't exercise, there's something wrong.1 I also get the impression that you're really not sleeping properly, though I can't tell from your posts whether that's a cause or a symptom.
Please can you either see somebody or at least try to figure out what about your lifestyle is causing you to function so sub-optimally? Not that I am trying to tell you what to do, I'm just asking. Your health is important; I know you know that.
OK, I'll shut up now. Just. Gh.
1] Yes, I know there are too many negatives in that sentence. Sorry.
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Date: 2003-11-04 08:12 am (UTC)No, it's the potential for a headache, which I can generally feel. I'm fairly sure by now that they're migraines, at least sometimes, and I have medication for them, but only once they start, and I'd obviously rather that they not start in the first place.
I also get the impression that you're really not sleeping properly, though I can't tell from your posts whether that's a cause or a symptom.
It's neither, it's completely unrelated. I think it's 'cause of the timechange, though I'm not sure. The headaches, by contrast, are, I think, to a certain extent a weather thing.
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Date: 2003-11-04 08:03 pm (UTC)