Why can't I rest?

The twisted view I have on rest and questions to investigate how you view it, too

Stop the presses! My legs are sore. 

When we got home from school, the girls wanted to go for a bike ride. For the last few hours, I’ve been inching along with tightness in both legs. I waved my white flag and told them to go play with their cousin up the street while I took a hot bath. Then we’ll ride. 

My hypochondria starts kicking in. Do I have stiff person syndrome like Celine Dion? My legs are literally stiff. There’s no other logical answer. 

Then I remembered that we rode bikes yesterday for the first time in a while. And we rode for longer than my precious gams thought they could go. That’s why they are sore! Cancel my stiff person diagnosis. Just sore muscles. 

But wait, it’s still bothering me. And I was kinda looking forward to laying in bed with a good book while Tyler made dinner.

Maybe I am sick? 

Guys. I wish this were a hypothetical story, but it’s my real life from about 30 minutes ago. Soaking in Epsom salt (a remedy that I don’t think has helped anyone with SPS), it hit me. 

How did my view of rest become so twisted?