The past week-end led me to do something I hadn’t done in quite a while: sitting infront of my computer during two days - or at least, for so long that most of these days were engulfed in it.
I cannot say that I was suffering a total lack of productivity or motivation - in fact, my motivation was entirely turned toward the goal of drawing. I had inspiration. I had ideas. I had a serious desire to open my favorite vector program, and put into shapes and colors what was in my mind. I am, shall I allow myself to say it, satisfied with the result. I like what I did, I even laughed at times while drawing one of the pictures (it was representing my dog, and he’s a funny dog), and all in all, in the end, I was very glad, if only because I hadn’t had this need for art in a few weeks or more.
I didn’t move a lot, though.
I didn’t exercise. I didn’t go running (the gym is closed on Sundays) or at least walking. I didn’t lift weights, and for that matter, I didn’t even go into a good old housework spree that would have kept me physically busy. My boyfriend was also in a similar mood, and himself didn’t move a lot, nor pushed me to do so. Not the perfect situation in this case, even though I at least managed to not keep my pajamas on for two days straight!
The negative end result was something extremely frustrating: I was sore… from not exercising! Oh, the terrible, uncomfortable feeling of having your thighs and buttocks ache because they were stuck in a chair all day long! I don’t like this soreness, really; it makes me feel like I’ve been a naughty girl, that I haven’t done my exercise program, that I’ve been lazy and useless. It’s not the normal consequence of a good workout, it’s just… silly. As silly as the guilt that goes with it, as anyway I don’t plan on staying so physically inactive every day of the week.
However, being guilty and not doing anything to help it isn’t a very good way of coping; no later than Monday, I went back to the gym, I went back into my normal exercise routine. I spent a week-end drawing and doing something I like? No biggie. I had fun, and as long as I don’t use it as an excuse to stop working out completely, I will be fine.
Life also needs to be fun, after all.
- Kery
