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Want Satisfaction? Get Sore
Soreness brings satisfaction, but like everything, too much isn’t great.
With the snow clearing and the sand softening and the temperature tolerable, I pulled my bike out of the garage for the first time in months and rode into town.
The total trip was 13.8 km (17.2 miles) to my destination and back. And up to this point, I haven’t been the most active individual.
Needless to say, I was winded and stiff by the end, and today I’m sore.
But through this entire experience, there is a level of satisfaction from it.
Like a voice telling me to do it again. But maybe not as intense.
I’ll admit that I kind of cheated on that distance as there were a few periods where I walked instead of biked. But that voice and that desire is still there.
But for now I’m looking at myself and instead of doing crunches and trying to get sore again I’m asking myself why?
Why this fascination?
And is there something else that I may be missing here?
To answer the first question, our fascination for soreness stems from something within ourselves. We may equate our soreness to a sense of accomplishment, that we did something good and that this…
