‘You have the rest of your life to work out’.
That’s what my boss said when we were talking about how much I hate Lower Body Murder Day and that I think I may have a hernia (more details on that later, when I have confirmation).
To elaborate, I had these bumps checked out by my doctor, but we aren’t sure if they are in fact hernias, and I am scheduled to see a surgeon. I was talking to my boss, who is fit, athletic, and nutritionally smart. He is my go to when I have dumb questions. Anyways, we were chatting about these potential hernias (Yes, I know…HerniaSSSS. Two.) and he told me to take it easy at the gym. Listen to my body. Don’t let Franz push me to a point of no return because I don’t want to hurt myself.
Then he said it.
“You have the rest of your life to work out”. Inside I thought, ‘OUCH. You mean, my one work out tonight doesn’t count for forever? You mean that I will still be doing this shit when I’m 90??’
I’m no dummy. I know that tonights work out doesn’t count for forever. I know that years from now, I’ll still struggle to complete some work outs and that I will push myself to new limits and new goals. I know this… but I don’t like thinking about it. I mean… compare it to hearing ‘You will be working for the rest of your life’. Painful to hear, right? That’s not exactly what he meant though, but it’s how I heard it. What he meant was, I don’t need to feel like I HAVE to push myself to my limits RIGHT NOW, because if I get hurt, or hurt myself farther then I already have, then I won’t be able to do it long term. Makes sense.
I proceeded to go to training, and Franz encouraged me and pushed me on a lower body work out that was concentrating on my midsection. My abs (remember those 12 pack abs under my E.T. exterior??) were throbbing before I even left the gym. I managed to complete 30 side planks on each side, 30 J-Curls, 60 lunges, and 54 squats among other things. I didn’t cry, I almost barely complained, and I only talked about someday being in a full-body cast, once.