How Much is too Much
How much is too much?
Never in my life did I imagine I would not be happy when I’m not exercising although I have not reached the stage where I am happy to exercise, but I do enjoy it when finishing a cardio class.
I always had this dream to swim in our annual Redhouse River Mile event. Last year I did it and it gave me a sense of accomplishment. This year I thought I would actually prepare for the Mile on 28 February.
Just before December I started training and set myself a target that this Sunday I would swim 30 minutes in the ocean none stop as my finale preparation before the official Mile. Getting down to the beach nice and early there was a dead seal that washed up on the beach. I once watched a program on National Geographic that sharks knew there was something to eat on the beach and they were waited just behind the waves – with this picture in my head I did not swim
While sitting there feeling let down it dawn on me if I am not busy with obsessive behavior. How much is too much? It is only when something bad happens that you realize that you have gone too far.
That something positive and pleasurable becomes a compulsive necessity – filled with pressure
Going swimming in the ocean when it raining or feeling cheated when there is a storm raging. I use to enjoy just a dip and maybe riding a couple waves, not any more I must now battle the current till it feels like my arms are on fire.
It might be time to redefine my goals between healthy and unhealthy once..
It is my time to enjoy.
Pine
