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Photo in graduate psychology textbook of middle-aged man
afflicted with a case of Sunday severe enthusiasm deficit.
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As
I was sitting on my butt yesterday doing absolutely nothing, it dawned on me
that I was afflicted with a Stage 4 case of Sunday lethargy. It happens every now
and then and maybe more often for middle-age men. We sometimes don’t have the
gumption to go here and there, doing this and that like we did in our olden
days when younger.
I’m
sure some middle-age men are still doing the Sunday full-throttle thing, but I’ll
also venture to say that many have discovered the joy of a good Sunday sit.
It
seems, though, my Sunday sit was more intense, both in duration and pleasure. I
was suffering from delayed-onset muscle soreness (DOMS) from consecutive days of
kettlebell training on Friday and Saturday after having not swung my bells in a
while.
I
was sore in all the typical places you’d expect to be from a good kettlebell
workout – traps, back, arms and legs – but nothing extremely painful to be concerned
about; rather, nice sensations that I had worked muscle areas that hadn’t been
worked in a while from the other fitness training I’ve been doing of late.
The
great plan I had of going on a longer-duration Sunday run wasn't going to
happen and this I realized early in the morning. Thoughts of keeping it Sunday
simple danced in my mind of doing a relaxing middle-age man trilogy of “eat,
shit and sleep” done with a wash, rinse, and repeat cadence throughout the
day.
As
the day wore on, it seemed like a little more pep started to surface but
nothing of enormity making me want to redeem myself in the physical fitness department.
It was destined to be a complete day of rest; after all, my body needed it and
who am I do disregard the obvious cues it gives me that my Sunday was destined
to be a rest and recovery day.
Still,
though, there was an emerging mid-afternoon urge I felt to do something like,
perhaps, go for a walk and work out some of my lingering DOMS.
But
it never happened because this emerging urge to do something was met by a more formidable
and stronger force of something I experienced that can best be described as
severe enthusiasm deficit.
Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum
