Keeping on keeping on

I'm just about ready to pull myself out of my sedentary funk. I think after this weekend I'll have the motivation to move with intent again. I've indulged long enough for an appropriate mourning period.

Not gonna lie, the realization that I wasn't going to be able to safely return to weightlifting anytime soon felt like a bad breakup. Even now I don't feel like I'm ready to date again, but I need to at least get out of the damn house. Put myself out there, you know?

To facilitate that, I'm incorporating three activities, all of which are body-weight only. I'm signing up for Be Moved Studio's Tai Chi class that starts later this month, checking out the student rec center for rock climbing facilities (equipment rental, coaching), and resuming boxing practice with mckitterick.

I am going to try very hard to avoid comparing my potential dating partners these movement opportunities to previous relationships what I was doing before the back injury. These are all things that would have appealed to me in addition to my weightlifting program, so I hope to be able to enjoy them without thinking of them as a replacement or compensation prize.

Here's to putting myself out there again. I'll give up when I'm dead.



ETA: The Toast just posted an article ("On Becoming and Unbecoming an Athlete") about the loss of a sport. Holy amazing timing, Batman.