Saturday, May 18, 2013
Sometimes my body says things like, "Let's forget about the gym, and yoga too. Let's just relax." Or, more forcefully, "Gym? Are you kidding me? I've been up since 5 am and I do not have it in me."
It's hard to know whether to listen or to ignore. On one hand, slacking off doesn't help in the present and becomes a battle against inertia in the future; on the other hand, maybe I need rest more than I need a sloppy, dispiriting workout. I have, on occasion, regretted a workout because I ended up tweaking something, usually a small but significant joint like the ankle or wrist.
Today I'm going to a 90-minute yoga class followed by an hour of strength training. I don't much *feel* like it, but that's the Saturday routine and it's basically immutable, so I don't question, I plan for it. But some days, I struggle to decide whether my body voice is wisdom, or a frenemy.