I hate going to the gym. But I love being there. I love the endorphin high that comes from working out, but I really hate getting my arse into gear and actually going. I always find something far more interesting to do than get my gear together and walk to the gym.
When I do actually get myself together and go, I overcompensate and kill myself in an attempt to make up for all the missed sessions I then end up unable to move for several days and the cycle of avoidance and procrastination starts again.
I feel wonderful after a really heavy workout, J thinks I’m loopy, I get really hyperactive and don’t stop talking for hours. Then the stiffness and pain set in and I’m useless for days. We’ll not even talk about my proneness to injury.
And the cycle of avoidance starts again.