Every now and then you need a break. You just can’t keep going at it non stop. Well I do, anyway. I can’t speak for you, whoever you are. I’m not talking about the old blog here, don’t get your tizzies in a tizzle. I’ve taken a few weeks off from the gym after two years of over three times a week almost without a break. It was doing my head in, but I didn’t realise that until I stopped for a few weeks.
I didn’t plan on stopping. The other week I was on my way to the gym after work on a Monday and I just blew right by it. I couldn’t bring myself to go in there. At that moment the thought of doing a squat was akin to voting for Hillary. I’ll be back in the gym next week. And by God yes, the legs are going to be horrible a couple of days afterwards. I know the physical pain. I am well acquainted with the physical pain.
But breaks are important. We need them. We reset during the breaks. We remind ourselves of why we were doing whatever it was that we took a break from. And hopefully we can then return with new energy and a fresh outlook so that after the inevitable dip in performance we can jump up to new heights that before were just out of reach.
It’s one of the big things that I miss from my time in Italy – the hibernation spells. Spring, summer and autumn were a maelstrom of activity for me, but winter was a bit more of the lowdown time. I did more boarding than working. Went outside to gather wood, my footprints leaving small caverns in the deep snow. The days were short and my sleeps were long. Food was rich and luxuriant stews. The wine was red and full. The introspection was random and meandering. And by springtime I was ready to hit it again.
Something to be said for that.