Riding an exercise bike, I notice my muscles start to send signals.
It's not a happy feeling. It doesn't make me want to smile — not like somebody scratching that itch on your back you can't reach without a little help.
No, it's almost like — like a little kid whining (or a grown-ass, adult male, if we're honest.
Whining. Annoying. Not actually painful, however, just a signal of some sort that my muscles send up and my brain perceives as discomfort.
I used to think -- uggh. This sucks. I'll stop and go have a snack. Making a smoothie with peanut-butter is kinda healthy. Right?
After 47 days of daily sweat - I know the difference. I'm re-training my mind to re-define the meaning of the signals.
It's not whining, it's warming up.
Now, when the pedaling causes discomfort, I speed up and push harder. It helps me get warmed up faster. What I really love is those endorphins - the brain chemicals that make us happy. Those get released after a while. The timing is not precise and it's not instantaneous.
So, I have to push through.
The endorphin release is what 'helps' get you addicted.
Meth-amphetamine, if I'm not mistaken, causes the floodgates of endorphins and happy brain chemicals to open wide and flood your brain. This is why people take drugs. They want to be happy. And, they want it now, in a controllable way. ( as in they can control when they get them -- not that they're in control once they have them )
Turns out, endorphins are also why many people exercise. It makes you feel good and all you have to do is squeeze through that thorny bushes that poke and prod you a bit before you end up on the private, white-sand beach with clear blue water that you can splash around naked in.
Did you get your sweat on today?