I sit here with wet, moppy hair half-hazardly twisted onto my head. It's quiet. I am acutely aware of the water drawing my skin onto my bones, tightly, as it dries. There is lightness again.
It wasn't an hour ago I sat in this same seat feeling the unsettling pounding of my heart. I woke feeling grounded with a sense of lightness - this is how I have felt this week - but soon I was bogged down with questions about insurance, finances, assignments, errands...
A succession of short moments left me feeling overwhelmed.
I turned to the pool only as a way to complement climbing: an active rest day activity to mobilize joints and encourage bloodflow through tissues stressed on the rock. It is not meant to be strenuous or challenging swimming but fluid and seamless: a way to aid recovery after the previous day's hard climbing or deadlifting session. (This is based only on my thoughts and intuition.) I am realizing efficiency in training and proper attention to recovery are becoming ever more important to me.
This morning - though I nearly talked myself out of going - it offered something more. The rhythmic motion of crawling over the water washed my noisy worries away. It is not only strenuous exertion in the gym, on the trail, or on the rock that clears my mind. Moving my body with ease - walking, swimming, yoga, mobilizing - can offer the same thing. The "healthiest" groups of people - those who tend to live the richest, longest lives - do not necessarily "exercise". They simply avoid stagnancy and move often (see this fascinating TEDtalk on "blue zones").
As I return to basics, I find myself wanting more movement in simple forms. More hiking, more yoga, more midday strolls outside...
Each morning, Dave and I rise earlier than necessary to walk Eisley together. It's a time to chat or simply enjoy fresh air and sunshine (already high in the sky at 6am). Ideally I'd follow this with my workout - I'm partial to morning workouts - but my class schedules haven't allowed for this easily over the past couple semesters. Even on my "off"/rest days or days when workouts need to be pushed to later, can just 20 minutes of some form of movement make all the difference in how my day unfolds? I suspect, yes; so here goes.