Gonna Lay Down And Bleed A While
It was a painful decision based in pain.
I’ve been going non-stop without any breaks for over 15 weeks. While my heart, soul, spirit & mind have been taxed to the breaking point over that period they are fine. However, my 42 year old joints are a different story.
I’ve known deep inside I’ve needed to take a break for a while, but was just too proud to admit that even as far as I’ve come that there are physical limits. My shoulders are just raw. Its nothing major or severe, just the sad realization that while I listen to all kinds of 80’s hair bands when I lift that the body straining to reach its full potential is not the same one when those songs were new.
I can’t sleep. My training sessions are being impacted. Other muscles are being affected. I have to punt on certain full body lifts. Its infuriating to my spirit, but I’d be an idiot to not listen to what my shoulders & elbows are screaming to me.
So, I am listening to my own blogged inspiration and I’m going to "..lay down, bleed a while, then fight some more" and let my body rest & heal.
I hate admiting defeat, and this feels like age and time have won a battle, but by retreating a little I have every intention to win the war. So I’m viewing this as a "reward meal" of sorts for almost 4 months of 24/7 focus.
I’m gonna sleep. I’m gonna rest. I’m gonna get some serious shiatsu. I’m gonna eat a lil’ brown rice sushi. I’m gonna spend time on other aspects of my life. I’m gonna read a little. I’m gonna do some stuff around the house. I’m gonna go to Pemaquid Point and re-connect. I’m going to re-invent BuckSpin for the long haul. I’m gonna re-evaluate my split cycles so I can do this until I’m 94.
And I’m gonna come back like a (expletive) raging bull. I feel soooooooo sorry for those dumbbells.
Plans are to see how I feel on 9/15 and go from there.
I’m at peace now.
