“There is more than meets the eye” – Optimus Prime
There is always that two sides to everything. Good side, bad side; Side A, Side B; Front side, backside.
I have been going to the gym for more than a month now, but I have been resting for almost a week now since injuring my calf muscle in a futsal game played after a strainuous exercise regime I put myself through. On top of that my once dislocated shoulder has acted up again, and I also injured my shoulder blade.
People always tell me it is good to be exercising, but the exercise I do I programmed them in such a way that they would exert my physical limits, leaving only my mind to tell my body to carry on. The kind of training I do would normally render my hypoxic towards the end as there is not enough Oxygen that the blood could carry fast enough throughout the body – and it is always evident when I start yawning in the middle of an exercise and get tunnel vision. It shows that my heart cannot cope with the demand. My muscles would ache for days, and before it could recover, it goes through another torturous regime the next day or day after.
So, let me throw this question back to you: do you think my diligently-followed training schedule is a sign of self-dedication, or is the training regime I programmed is my way of going through a process of self-destruction?
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