I started doing my strength training again – with weights. Everything hurts. Even my hands ache.
I have NEVER exercised well, though. I grumble and complain all the way through it.
I told you I was a princess/Southern Belle.
I don’t like getting sweaty.
Of course, this regime doesn’t make you sweat, but it does tax your muscles. While you’re doing it, you think, “Hey, no big deal. I can do this.” The next day, however, you can barely walk.
I wonder if there’s something about exercise that makes one genetically disposed to like it or hate it.
Once upon a time we all did enough work during the day that we didn’t have to take time to do repetitive movements. Of course, I like to think that in the 18th century I had “staff”. I wasn’t the scullery maid; I hired one. And I wasn’t trudging down to the creek stream to wash my clothes in the New World. I was the chatelaine of the castle.
Rolling my eyes at myself.
I know people who absolutely love to exercise. They say it makes them feel better. I can honestly say that no matter what I’ve done, from the treadmill to strength training to the Total Gym to jump rope – that it’s ever made me feel better. I especially dislike, as I mentioned before, sweating.
That is wrong in so many ways.
How about you? Do you like exercising? Does exercise make you feel good – beyond the virtuous glow you get for doing something you’ve been told to do by your doctor?