I have lost so much.
Mainly strength. I really need to find the time to do more weights for the next little bit. Honestly, I'm really disappointed at how much strength I have lost. Le sigh. This week, though, I'm taking it easier, and just focussing on getting back into the swing of training.
Next week, I plan to start adding running into my schedule.
Two weeks following, I hope to be used to getting up early, and so will hopefully be adding morning swims. We'll see. I've been promising myself I'll start running for something like two months. It hasn't happened. Hopefully, though, I'll be able to get it started.
That's the issue. Just getting things started.
Once I've started, generally it takes two weeks of effort before it becomes habit. Once it's habit, it's so much easier to maintain. Until something breaks the habit!
Oh the annoyance of how hard it is to cultivate healthy habits versus how easy it is to break them!
Yesterday at training was fairly good. As I was helping beginners, I didn't get to work as hard as I normally would, which is, probably, a good thing, considering how out of shape I am. Stupid shingles. Still, I did work. Not kicking for three weeks and returning to the kicking had my hips screaming for help. I guess those aren't muscles I use all that regularly.
I also managed to tear all the skin off the bottom of my left big toe. I had a blister there, apparently. I don't anymore. Now I have fresh skin. So... yay?
It was so nice to get back to training. It was so nice to see my kung fu family again. It's so nice to kick things... OH MY GOD I MISSED KICKING AND PUNCHING! Honestly, there is something so cathartic about fight training. It's great to punch and kick things. I'm not one for sparring, because when I throw a technique I might hurt someone. But kicking a shield and punching focus mitts as hard as you can is sooooooooooooooooooo satisfying.
Ahhhhhh. Happy sigh.
Also yesterday, I managed to write some. I got in roughly one and half thousand words. It's about half of what I usually write, before it got so difficult. It's not the best word count, and though I'm happy to have written at all, I'm a little disappointed in not getting to my usual three thousand. Still, I wrote, and that I wrote at all should be celebrated.
I'm happy to have done that, but I'm also really craving my flow. I miss being able to sit down and write for three hours. Usually it's not all that difficult. Now, it feels like pulling teeth. That's annoying.
Hopefully, though, I'll be able to write again today. If I make another thousand words, I would (try to) be happy.
Sometimes it's hard to remember that writing is not a race, but a marathon.
And now I have to go and get to work. Have a brilliant Wednesday, everyone.