As part of my Sunday routine, I check my calendar for the week: Tuesday plans with Quyn, Wednesday Spanish class, Thursday, “Daily Show” tickets. Then I check the weather report to determine which days are best for working out outside. I’m careful to schedule intense exercise days (such as boot camp) a few days before my soccer games because I know my team counts on me not to be too tired or sore.
And sometimes I stress a bit too much when I have too many other activities, and can’t fit in several workouts during the week.
So as I was looking at my calendar and various class schedules, I started thinking, “I could take a Friday night boot camp class, then soccer skills clinic at 10 a.m. Saturday and still make a 1 p.m. paddleboarding tour. I should be good for my soccer game on Sunday.”
Whoa! Back the bus up. That kind of schedule is bordering on dangerous territory.
Have you heard of obsessive exercise? It falls into the eating disorder section of the DSM. I’m not saying I think I have it. I just want to make sure I’m walking the healthy side of that line.
I’ve been around people who I think straddle that line or cross over it. I dated a guy who would take two CrossFit classes on Saturdays with a yoga class “break” in between. Another would take boot camp classes in the morning and again in the evening.
I don’t want to say I know better than anyone else about how often he or she should exercise. My concern was with them beating themselves up emotionally for skipping a workout or taking a day off. I don’t think those are things to worry about. A day off is good for all of us. Blowing off loved ones in favor of a workout is not.
That’s why I was a bit concerned when I was questioning whether Quyn and I would be done hanging out by 6:30, so I could make the Tuesday soccer skills clinic instead of Saturday.
Again, up with the red stop sign! Cutting a friend date short is stepping over that line into unhealthy territory – not to mention incredibly rude to the friend I made plans with. Quyn, I wasn’t really going to do it. Swear!
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.