As I was doing yard work yesterday on my day off of work (yes, I do my own yard work) I realized after a while, after I had stopped, that I had done too much. Now, let’s be honest here. I’m not that young any more, and I’m not in as great shape as I’d like to think. I’m pushing 40, and I’ve got more than one strike against me when it comes to physical limitations. But I’ll admit it, I overworked myself.
How did I know I had done too much? Maybe it was that my hands were still numb and tingly 30 minutes after I was done. Maybe it was the fact that I fell asleep on the couch before the kids’ bedtime routine even started. All I know is that one minute I’m working, and the next minute I’m flat on my back, wondering which truck hit me. Everything after that (and most of today, as well) has been a blur.
What happened is that I couldn’t tell when I had reached my limit. As long as I could keep moving and working, then I must be okay, right? Until I stop (or am forced to stop) and realize just how much I overdid it. It’s easy to see in hindsight, like most problems. I should know after all these years how far I can push myself without causing adverse physical effects, but I don’t. I get so caught up with doing what I think needs to be done, I miss the signs, and next thing you know I’ve blown myself up.
Why don’t we know when to stop? We change physically over time. Just because I could work in the heat for 8 hours when I was 20 doesn’t mean I can do it when I’m 40. Just because something we did worked years ago doesn’t mean it will still work like we remember. Sometimes our memories of something supersede our current circumstances, often to our own detriment. If I don’t exercise daily, then my threshold for exercise slowly declines.
That sounds awfully familiar… Continue reading “Knowing Your Boundaries”