Alright my fellow buff friends, I’ve finally had it with your lies. I’ve been (note the past tense in this statement) in shape, I’ve exercised several days a week. At one point, only a couple of years ago, I danced 5-7 hours a week and played soccer on Thursdays. That’s 6-8 hours of exercise a week. At that point in my life was the best this squishy body has ever looked.
Anyway, after a hard game, yes, I’d have a rush of energy after. But then it would die out and I would be beyond tired. Only to be followed by not being able to get out of bed in the morning.
And now that I’m super duper lazy and workout about once every three months, I find that my tiredness is even worse. So all those gym goers that say ‘working out is the best, it gives me the the energy I need…WHOOOOO’. I’m going to go out on a limb and call bullshit.
Yesterday, I joined a colleague at GoodLife and participated in their Body Jam class. In general it was pretty fun, a few bucket’s of sweat poured out of my body, and when I got home I was really wired. Which, to me seems like a good workout. Anyway, by 10:00 I was falling asleep on the couch, by 10:30 I was talking in my sleep and by the time morning came around, ten hours later, I couldn’t get out of bed. The state of exhaustion I was in was insane and intense. What’s that all about?
Because of this, I have rationally come to the conclusion that all these workout people are crazy and liars.
OK, that’s probably a little extreme. Perhaps, it could really be the fact that I’m obnoxiously out of shape and my body went into shock. That could possibly be it. However, I’d rather think that an entire group of people are a bunch of crazy liars, than face the fact that I have somehow morphed into a couch potato.