Sometimes you just have to check out. Well, at least we all want to sometimes. I’m at one of those times. I realized that I’ve not been able to run for two years, that I’ve had a couple of injuries, and that I’m just…a little wonky.
And that’s enough to throw the “balance” of my world “off”. When you hurt, you don’t live your regular life. When you can’t move as gracefully as you like, your head gets blurry. When your stress relief relies on drone-like repetitive motion, your body goes into angst mode with the extra hours of stillness.
So, I checked out. Physically, I’ve go a great team around me to analyze my data and set me back on track (maybe back on THE track…or maybe an appropriate path!). I’m catching up on some pleasure reading, a little writing, and some barefoot walking in the sand. I’ve parked myself on the beach, opened the doors and windows, and am letting the (frigid) wind blow through my stagnant tissues.
A wise friend (OK, that was a little sarcastic, hopefully appreciated by said friend) recently reminded me that “The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, and the sea.” OK, if it helps me at all, I’ll find time to cry while I’m here.
Checked out of life. Checked in with a training and support team. Check up with great doctors. A new check-list to run me through the important appointments of the day.