The day after day 2 of hard-core physical activity and I’ve
resurrected my own little wall of exercise exhaustion. Trying to tell myself that this is a good
thing because it’s better that I constructed this wall in full consciousness
than having it coming crashing down upon me out of the blue. So now I know one of my limits, and I shall
therefore not trespass against it again….maybe.
That limit being: working out
hard (to the point of being drenched) for 2+ hours, 2 days in a row, is not
good. Doing that leads to being overtired and a
night of restless sleep and weird dreams where I feel trapped in a grueling
physical struggle and I just have to keep going because there’s no other way
out except spacing out, and that’s not working, at least not in the dream. Hello trauma response. Maybe Christine was right when I told her
what the sprint tri entailed and she said it sounded “traumatic.” But NO! I’m doing this because I WANT
to. My female warrior WANTS to; no one is
making me. (repeat to self 10 times)
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