Hitting the wall

Yesterday I was pretty much worthless. Fatigued and sore and mentally very slow.

It was pretty clear that my body and mind needed a bit of a break, so I took the day off. Really didn't do anything but check cows.

I fought it. I didn't want to take the day off, I wanted to be out working on my fencing project.

Even though I fought it, I also listened. I took the day off. It wasn't really pleasurable time off, but it was therapeutic. By evening I was feeling somewhat better, and by this morning I was feeling a lot better.

I've got one of those clever fitness watches, and looking back over the data for the past couple of weeks I kind of understand why I hit the wall. I averaged about 22,000 steps per day over that period, by gps about 10 miles per day. The watch does an automatic workout thing where it detects and tracks activity consistent with whatever it thinks is a workout. According to that, I averaged about 3.5 hours of "workout" per day, or 3.5 hours with my heart rate above 120.

All of that is to the good, but it's also true that I'm not 25 years old anymore and I'm still rebuilding after the infection/surgery/slothfulness of the fall/winter/spring. So I hit the wall.

As I said, it wasn't fun or enjoyable. However, I think it's pretty cool that my body has snapped back so well after 24 hours of rest.

I hate this movie, but to introduce the Hawaiian good luck sign...





Last August.

This August.