I had "the moment" this weekend. You know the one I'm talking about. "The moment" you realize your body is not keeping up with you. I know many will say I should have caught onto this a while ago considering my many injuries, but really it did not happen until this weekend. Through the years, I have pushed myself though I tore a tendon in my thumb doing judo, torn the ligament in my ankle while hiking, injured my back several times, wear "ugly" shoes for my heel and ankle problems, and recently the wrist and elbow injuries thanks to overuse. None of these created "the moment" for me, until Sunday.
I have increased my workout routine trying to get back into gear and have suffered through sore knees, thighs, and shoulders. Not a problem! I tried a new exercise that left me flailing on the ground in pain unable to move except to whine. I managed to reach for my cell phone at one point, but wondered who I could call. I mean it would be embarrassing to have someone find me laying on the ground writhing in pain. After a while, I was able to stand and walk off some of the pain. Today, I am still feeling the effects of my injury and am left wondering if I have pushed my limit of endurance.
For those who are curious, the animals were no where to be found. They didn't come out of their areas to check on me to make sure I was okay. How's that for love?
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2 comments:
While I am sorry you're in pain, this just makes me thankful I don't work that hard at being miserable, er, um, HEALTHY! As to the animals, I figure you're just lucky they didn't see you down and decide to make a meal of you.
You can always call me, silly girl. I sort of agree with Delia--I don't think Bartle and Cleo would have considered you a meal *but* Bartle would have probably licked you until you were wrinkly. Cleo would have then rubbed all over you, covering you with cat fur. And then I would have come over, called 911 and cute emergency guys would have seen you wrinkly, fur-covered and in pain.
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