Today is December 1st and I did my ashtanga practice this morning for the first time since my injury almost a month ago.
It wasn’t perfect, but it felt soooo gooood. I found myself being much kinder to myself, finding my inability to do certain things interesting rather than maddening.
When I got home from the studio I ate a soft boiled egg and a piece of toast and put a sticker on my calendar.
I am hoping to build a new streak beginning today. It never really launched when I started it last month. The injury shut it down at day 6.
As I am writing this, I am watching The Biggest Loser. It’s the episode where the contestants run a marathon. One guy in particular (Danny) is really suffering, but he is pushing through.
I know all this suffering is supposed to be “noble,” but I don’t know.
I am not willing to be injured anymore. I am not willing to learn patience and sit the sidelines while healing takes place.
From now on I will use caution, even if that means I appear timid or weak. I have the courage to appear weak.
I want every day, every hour of my life to be healthy and productive. I don’t want to wait around for my cells to regenerate, even if I know they will.
It feels so good to be healthy and pain free again!