Tuesday, August 14, 2018

In which I disagree, slightly, with the Grateful Dead, in some contexts



Enthusiasm can get us into trouble.  In general, I am in favor of having lots of it.  It’s inspiring.  It helps us try new things and embrace the weird and wonderful.  It can also lead to those moments when we have to ask, “How did I end up here?”

I’m talking about fitness contexts here, so I don’t mean those times when we wake up wearing a hula skirt and several decorative fish, or even those times when the conversation in the car is so good that we pass the right exit and don’t notice for another seventeen miles.

No, it’s when we start something new in fitness and fall in love with it, or when we are getting back to something we love after an injury or vacation or other layoff.  We are so excited to be doing this wonderful thing that we overdo ourselves.  Too much of anything can hurt us.

By all means we need to find the play and the fun.  But we also need to have a real sense of enough so we stop before we get hurt.

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