Sometimes it's fun being out of shape. Don't look at me like I'm an alien for saying so, because it is! You have no idea what it's like for an athlete who trains day and night until the most excruciating thing ends up to be just another simple and monotonous chore. Yes, I say chore, because most athletes don't train because they like it, they do it because they need it. Anyway, when you can do a thousand situps and run a double marathon, what else can you do besides run a triple marathon? Screw that, I haven't got the time.
You see, when you're injured, you have to heal, and that takes time away from your sport of choice. This makes you become fat and lazy during the time (provided you don't continue work on the uninjured portions of the body like most rarely do). So I use that as a handicap since I'm so often found to be in a hospital bed of sorts. I enjoy working back up from a weak little worm, sometimes it's like a game to me. I have to end up setting goals again and striving to achieve them, and the best part is that they don't take the better part of a day to meet! Boy, I remember when I could spar for five hours and only croak out on the sixth, however working back up from depression has given me the handicap of not being able to spar through an entire Dragonforce CD (yes, I'm aware I use odd time sets).
Perhaps I'm a masochist who enjoys the labor more than the achievement, because surely I'd have been able to shatter some sort of record by now had I sucked up the boring bits and sallied forth. I just thought that was an odd bit about me.
Not that I enjoy taking the time off from practice, every moment away from practice is like torture. Hell, I'd probably state it as the cause of depression in me most of the time, and that really boggles me as to why I ever stop, and why I get so excited to start up again at such a weaker, out-of-shape state. Perhaps I'm merely happy to just start working out again? I've considered this, but then I think about how sometimes it is like a chore, albiet the chore of beating level 3-2 in Ninja Gaiden (I hate those emmeffing birds...). None the less, it's one of those aspects of working out that I can neither understand, nor explain.
Just thought I'd share that for all the people who are struggling with New Year's resolutions. I personally never bother with those things, because they're a waste of time, but I'm sure I can relate somehow--I keep telling myself each year that I'm not going to die (easily met, no?). I guess maybe the difference for me about telling myself that I'm going to work out and get in shape is that I don't look forward to the end result, but rather the journey getting there.
This is why I find the bright side of injuries when I have the misfortune.View User's Journal
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