I decided against my own free will not to go to the gym today. I make this sort of decision often and with great frustration. I was really looking forward to going, WHAT THE FUCK. I feel like a kid whose parent tells them they can't go out to play. A deranged and unstable parent whose judgment I don't trust, nor whose authority do I respect.
Watching my peers, I admire the ones who make it to almost every class and open workout. I try to emulate them, but I am not as fundamentally motivated as they are. I am motivated differently, often prioritizing protecting myself, both mentally and physically. I can get myself moving and with increasingly impressive levels of energy, but there are many days where it just doesn't happen. I can't find the energy, I can't find the courage, I just sit and listen as these two sides curse at each other until it's too late to go anywhere.
I often try to focus on the progress I continue making in spite of it. It's frustrating, but overall, I'm moving in the right direction and that gives me hope. Highly debatable though, is the prospect that the protective side is actually right. Occasionally even these young people cavalierly discuss how training destroys their bodies. They regularly come to the gym with aches and pains that I'd call an excuse to stay home.
Once the endorphins are flowing, you hardly feel it. I've got two decades on many of them, so it makes sense for me to be more careful, but I even wonder if they're overdoing it, too. The longer we're alive, the more natural it becomes to think long term. Having good working knees ten years from now seems more important than winning a competition next week, to me.
Assessing risk is difficult, and we're heavily biased by what we want to do and what we feel like doing. I assess risk obsessively though, and worry that it's me overdoing it, making excuses, being lazy. Rationalizing. Look at the evidence though. I'm not destroying my body at all. It keeps getting stronger. I feel more resilient than ever. It sure seems as though I'm doing something right.
Yet, It doesn't quite add up. I don't have any joint problems right now. Some aches and pains, but nothing I should have to worry about aggravating. Emotionally, a dismal wreck, but going is supposed to help with that, not make it worse.
This other part of me though, I don't know how much there is to it. Maybe it's more than just a dissenting view, but even has access to information I don't have. Unconscious, nuanced, complicated. The unconscious can juggle information in ways the conscious mind does not. While consciousness tries to focus, the unconscious strives to manage everything all at once.
There's an argument to be made there for trusting our instincts, which is to say, trusting our unconscious impulses, even when they run counter to what we really want to be doing. At the same time though, the future is looking so dark and narrowing lately. I don't know that I have much time left. Feelings of impending doom can be symptomatic of depression, but depression also has numerous ways of causing impending doom. I hope it's just depression, as I overreact to every day wasted, each opportunity missed or fumbled. Progress inches along, as the darkness closes in.
There are times when risks and poor odds make sense, the more threatened we feel by circumstances continuing fundamentally unchanged. Change happens always. We can try to utilize change for the better, or we can leave it to entropy, atrophy, and decay.
I'm modulating the effort as well as I can, but I feel like a blind person trying to figure out if my handwriting is legible. I can't see a thing. I feel like a failure.