Let’s just say that I’ve been known to push myself pretty hard. Setting high expectations, not stopping until I beat them. It’s exhausting.
This morning, I was standing in the shower. Standing, ladies. Not dancing, not contorting myself to shave my legs. Somehow I twisted my knee. There went my plans for a 6 mile walk and hitting the farmers market today.
After I failed my “walk normally” test and accepted I’d have to take it easy today, I also accepted that this was probably a good thing. I didn’t tell you that I’ve been running a fever all week. And that I haven’t rested or taken care of myself. The twisted knee forced me to slow down and take care of myself.
Other reminders to slow down that we can miss:
It’s hard to give yourself a break. You have to pay attention to your body’s signals to slow down. Think endurance rather than speed.
Only one person wins in the speed race but everyone that endures wins.
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What I see: Drive, physical strength, and endurance.
“Stomach stomach sticking out, how I want to cut you out”
– start of a journal entry, circa 1994
Flip through family pictures and you’ll see I rocked a belly from the moment I was born. Pictures of me jumping into a pool at Disney World when I was six, round little tummy leading the way. Frog jumping contest, t-shirt snug against me as I whack the mat behind my bullfrog. Year after year, picture after picture. That tummy stands out to me like a beacon.