I was sick

I@m feeling a lot better now, but for the past two weeks or so I had the stomach flew, or some like bug. Before that I was super healthy. I was following an eating schedule that was meant to improve energy levels. I was doing a regular set of exercises every day, not repetitive from day to day, but from week to week. I also was on a running schedule meant for team sport athletes, which consisted of 2 running days per week and 3 walking days. Running days were: Jog for 5 min, run 45sec, jog 2 min, run 45 etc. for 7 rotations of each. This is one of the best discoveries ever because I always feel great after a good hard hockey game, you know, feeling like you did something but your mind is wide awake, refreshed and alert. It is for this reason it will take me 2-3 hours of winding down before I'm ready for bed after a 1am game.`¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ Well, all that went to pot when I got sick and couldn't stomach anything. I'm going to go for a run before bed, and I did a little bit of exercise, but it's funny how you can be thrown back to square one just like that. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ I'm sure there's a lesson or six in this for me, but what comes to mind is how free I felt when I was sick. First of two points; I felt free from following a set routine that I might do begrudgingly, even though I always felt better after the fact. That's a minor point because it's not like I was trying to be a beef cake, I just want to feel good and exercise my muscles so that they are useful when I need them. I also find I'm much more liable to pull something when I'm out of shape, and I notice this in other people too. I'm not thinking of anyone in particular, well, yes I am, but none of you would know this person. I'm talking about the lazy cycle. Can't do anything active because I'll pull a muscle, or I have a sensitive area. Well, for a lot of people, the sensitive area has developed because they are inactive and just haven't exercise the area in question, or the muscles around to help the debilitated bit. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ My second point, or realization was that I spend far too much time planning and worrying about what I'm going to do in the future. If you know me then maybe you're laughing at the fact that I really don't seem to have much of a plan at all. This is true, but I still do too much. See, when I'm sick, my focus becomes recovery. I can't feel guilty about not getting out of the house, or producing a piece of writing, or booking things, finding jobs, etc. all the stuff I put on my list of things to do so that they don't float around in my head in a circle, continuously crashing into my worrisome abode. (Lots of birds in the back yard here, and several have flown into the window, hence the analogy). When I'm sick I sleep and have hot drinks. I feel excuse from the extras and only do the things that need to be done, such as cooking and some cleaning, some. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ Although I feel a little more liberated, I understand this is no indication to swing to the other end of the pendulum arch, but to make my way to the middle, and find balance. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ Balance is deadly sure.