I got back from my run about half an hour ago.Just got out of the shower. There's a track just outside my door, which is kinda cool - but all this made me realize one thing - I am *really* out of shape.
I suppose I should have expected, and did expect to lose a little edge - but it's only been about three months. Sure, going from doing six-plus hours of dance a week and a few more hours of TKD to doing essentially nothing is a drastic change - but going ten laps on a track should *not* have made it so hard to breathe that I had to sit down and take a rest in the middle of the track. It certainly shouldn't have made me so godawfully stiff. I've been doing dance constantly since I was *three*, for chrissakes! It doesn't make any sense to me.
I took a nice hot shower, and then I did what I could remember of my TKD and my ballet stretches as a cool-down. I stretched a lot. I wish I knew more Tai Chi. Might be something to look into. But ye gods! Why am I so out-of-shape! It has *not* been that long! I'm getting soft, in more than just the figurative sense. And kind of pobby, too. >.<
I *hate* this. Okay, so I've never been exactly willowy or slender, but this makes me *mad*. I've at least always been able to say that I was in *a* shape, and that it was relatively healthy. Vaguely athletic, even! I could never run marathons, exactly, but I certainly never used to get out of breath from taking a few flights of stairs.
I'm angry at myself for letting myself *get* out of shape. I *hate* this. I'm going to have to start doing *something* again on a regular basis - I have no idea *how*, since most evenings there's teams using that track. Maybe I can run the campus.
Hell; I don't know. I'm now starting to feel restless. I have to do *something*...