I Love Being Sore!
I love being sore. I mean muscularly sore a day or 2 after a hard workout not sore joints and connective tissue from overuse or improper form.
Because that soreness means I accomplished something. I accomplished what I intended to do when I worked out the previous day.
And that is, I damaged some muscle fibers.
Sounds bad. And it is kind of gross to think about the tearing and bleeding of muscle tissue.
But if I allow for proper rest, recovery and nutrition, those damaged muscles will repair themselves and adapt to my regimen by making themselves just a little bit stronger.
And that’s my goal: to get just a little bit better each day. A little bit stronger.
So when I am offered pain relievers when I comment (not complain) about my soreness, I usually decline.
Because I like the soreness. It’s a continual reminder that I am accomplishing what I set out to accomplish.
You don’t often get feedback that quickly and continuously in life’s endeavors (at least not the positive feedback ;-)).
I think, perhaps also, that I get a feeling of aliveness, awareness of the muscles. An awakening if you will, of muscles I didn’t know I had.
Maybe I’m weird.
Some say that I am (those who know me - with affection - others - well……).
That’s OK.
I’ll take weird to mean unique.
And we all are, you know. I mean unique.
But that’s a subject for another post!
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