I’m not great at giving myself breaks. It’s something I’ve got to work on.
Last Tuesday I took my first running clinic. And, as luck would have it, the following day I got sick. And, in fact, I’m still sick.
And I hate the whole mancold thing. I try not to subscribe to it. But I’m sure I’m as guilty of it as anyone else.
Here’s where I’m struggling — I don’t want to stop exercising or working out. Even though my body is clearly saying “Dave, seriously? You’re seriously going to do this right now?”
Saturday I hiked up Signal Hill. It’s a big hill. I’ve never done it before. We used a path that I’d never heard of, it wasn’t the “big hike”, but there were stairs and inclines and I was… well… sick. And it was… well… stupid of me.
And even though it was a foolish thing to do, and I’m really paying the price for it now, there’s a part of me that is happy about the attitude that I’ve developed. This willingness to keep going. But, that leads to other problems too.
Like fear. Fear that if I stop for too long I’ll lose all momentum. An object at rest tends to stay at rest, right?
I never want to retreat, I always want to be advancing. Moving forward towards health.
So as I lay here crumpled up, about to dive into season 2 of Orange is The New Black on Netflix, and sidelined for at least another two days due to nothing more than pure hubris on my part. I’m reminded of the words of Friar Lawrence in Bill Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet: “Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.”
From here on in, I’ll try to be wise. And as far as speed is concerned — I’ll be mindful of that too.