Saturday was hectic -- my partner in a company and quite a few projects was going home for a few weeks, so we wanted to hang and wrap up a lot of stuff. Before that, we were sitting to negotiate out a project on the last possible day he could be there early in the morning, and on the other side of town.
I only had about 30 minutes total before I had to head out the door, and I was aggravated I was going to likely miss my workout that day. I said, "Well, what the heck, let's get something in" -- and I sprinted up and down the stairs a few times. I wasn't counting exactly, but I think I did 40 stories up, and 40 stories down?
I did some quick bodyweight exercises after that including air squats, and headed out the door. We then walked a lot...
Next two days, my legs are killin' me. Bad. My calves got a workout they almost never get from lightly striking the stair and moving quickly to the next one, and my quads likewise took a beating.
For the next couple days, if I ran my fingers over the muscles, that little jolt of pain rang out. And yet, paradoxically, when I did so I felt great. I felt immense satisfaction and pleasure.
I just discovered for myself a super low-tech way to get a killer workout, got a workout in on a day it'd be easy to mail it in with a good excuse, and am building up my strength.
It's funny, because that interpretation of the pain as pleasurable and enjoyable means I don't build an aversion to running the stairs... whereas interpreting pain in a hostile way can easily make you aversive to things.
I've had dozens of embarrassing situations in my life. I've screwed up so many things, and sometimes quite publicly. I've thought I had a sales deal in hand, and walked into a meeting with an order form only to get metaphorically chainsawed out of the blue. I've had all sorts of bad reactions while learning various disciplines, suffered injuries during weightlifting (significant cartilage damage to the left knee) and during martial arts (taking an ugly uppercut during drills, and losing some of my right incisor tooth for the bargain). I've almost gotten killed in Cambodia when hit by a reckless motorcycler on the wrong side of the wrong...
...and you know, some of these burned a fear into me that took a while to overcome, whereas others I celebrated and enjoyed, and they drove me forwards. The pain can be a badge of achievement and pride, can be loved through so to speak, and it might even push you forwards. Or it can be fought and rejected, leading to an aversion coming to the area that the pain came from.
What are you going to do next time it hurts?
Reminds me of Viktor E. Frankl's (of course, in a smaller scale)
"that man's main concern is not to gain pleasure or to avoid pain but rather to see a meaning in his life. That is why man is even ready to suffer, on the condition, to be sure, that his suffering has a meaning."
That pain had a meaning.
Hello Sebastian! How are you? :)
So I decided to follow your advice on time tracking and made a template for myself:
Woke up at: Hygiene (Brushed, Cleaned, Shaved): Early Maintenance (Mail, News, Facebook, Forums, Work):
I had my first
I had woken up naturally after about 15 minutes of sleep, and as I was drifting back into dreamland, I realized that I was sleeping right as I started to dream. I thought "wow... let's try out this lucid dream stuff" and leapt off some stairs. I hit the pavement and it felt like real pain, although it didn't last. Then I figured that I needed to think about flying, and as soon as I did, I could feel myself being yanked way into the air.
It was a strange experience. I could barely see what was happening in the dream... everything was really fuzzy. But I could feel it as if it was actually happening. I woke up after just a minute or so.