It’s tough to get the motivation to do much of anything when my back, shoulders, neck, and therefore head all hurt to such a degree that I lose any creativity or ability to think with any nuance or mulit-task-icity… There’s not much I can do without drastic changes to everything, so I’ve just stopped rowing for a few days, and have done what I’ve could to rest my back. It’s been helpful but only somewhat.
Late into my PT sessions, I learned about foam rollers. They’re these cylindrical pipes of solid hard styrofoam that you can roll around on. I have a short one to stretch out my shoulders. When I laid my torso on the long one, I found that my left shoulder was an inch off. What I’ll be trying to do now is stretch out my back, shoulders, and neck several times a week to avoid headaches.
I didn’t row this morning. Through the external fatigue of thinking about current events, even if it’s been far away from me personally, ramifications manifest themselves in minor ways, ranging from frequent, depressing news stories to interrupted life plans. It’s all tough to consider, so when I have the day off, I might sleep more to adjust. But that doesn’t mean I can’t row twice daily! My rowing sets just have to be hours apart.
How much effort do you put into a videogame before you give up? Since I’m a filthy casual that doesn’t find much self-betterment in overcoming difficult challenges in videogames, my tolerance is rather low. Still, if I respect the game well enough, like Axiom Verge, I’ll at least try. After close to two hours, though, through which I wrote about my experiences, I finally found my breaking point. Will I bend to future, similar challenges?
I slept from 2:25am to 7:40am, then from 10:40am to 6pm, and it’s not that I feel especially tired, just that I don’t feel like doing much of anything. I don’t feel like bathing. I don’t feel like rowing and barely feel like writing this essay. On the surface, that’s been because the past week has been more stressful than necessary, both from a vocational perspective and from not getting enough rest. Let’s address that.
With this whole work-from-home thing, as part of our self-quarantined lock-down COVID-19 situation, one would think, cool! As a writer, I need time in isolation to write. Fantastic! Right? Unfortunately, there have been some external and internal stressors that have made this more stressful than, honestly, it is necessary. The long arms of micromanagement extend especially far into work-from-home environments where, well, it’s easy to let that consume me and easy to consume more calories…
I’d forgotten about this since I moved and had to put the old rower into storage, but what I used to love doing was just counting my rows as I rowed. There’s a meditative quality to clearing out the space that would otherwise be cluttered with good or bad thoughts with something like counting rows. My rowing machine’s monitor records these stats so there’s no necessity anymore, but it’s nice, perhaps, for making rowing count.