I know this about myself:
I tend to go 100 miles per hour.
One of the difficulties I have created for myself in the past is trying too hard at exercise and finding, shockingly, that I am injured.
I have been trying very hard not to do that this time around. All summer long I made a point of walking at a pace I could actually handle, pushing gently on the edges as my fitness improved.
But we are in a different phase of life now, with dark falling earlier and my personal trainer stationed far, far away in a Mitten-Shaped State. I turned, as I have mentioned, to the Health Rider. I worked my way up to staying on it for 20 minutes, gradually.
Then, I started to get good at it, working up a sweat, feeling rather triumphant. And that’s when I made my first mistake. I began to pay attention to the number of reps I was doing in my 20 minutes. And urging myself to add to them. And doing it too fast.
Night before last, at around 15 minutes, my left knee made a comment.
"Doggoneit," replied my competitively-wired brain.
I continued for the next five minutes, with that foot on the floor for part of the time.
Last night, I used the elliptical instead, then thought I might try to do ten minutes on the Health Rider.
About five minutes in, my left knee winced.
I get the message.
At least I hope I do.
I’ll stick to the elliptical, remembering that I managed to throw myself out of whack on that machine in the not-so-distant past. I’m trying not to get discouraged, though it is tempting to fly down that road at 100 miles per hour.