Back in the gym
How strange the grieving process is. Since my mother died about five weeks ago, my primary symptom isn’t sadness but fatigue, coupled with mild depression. I’m just bone tired. When I’m off, I take a nap every day. When I’m at work, my brain doesn’t work quite normally.
I know that resuming my exercise program will help lift my spirits and my energy . . . but knowing that doesn’t always translate into driving over to the gym.
Today I succeeded in getting in a workout. It certainly wasn’t the most vigorous one I’ve ever had, but I worked chest and back with bench presses, pull-ups, dumbbell pullovers, Arnold presses, and dips, plus a few sets of ab work.
Near the end of my training session, I felt the lovely pump . . . and that was an encouragement.
