Night tremors were a regular part of my life after the concussion; as I began hiking I noticed they subsided and went away. With the diminishment of hard hikes due to my broken hand, I notice they've increased as of late.
I need a hard hike.
I want my poles in my hands, my boots on my feet and be in the middle of nowhere. God and I frequently chat during those times (well, argue, if you must know) and I'm missing that.
Today, I'll do a three-song workout (really, I will) and sort through clothes. A wedding of two dear friends is later this afternoon; I am guaranteed a dance or two with the King at the reception.
My feet are pretty sore from the boots yesterday, as are my ribs...who knew?
Being sore, however, I don't want to do a three song workout today. I tried to share this with the King. He responded I was looking for an excuse to quit.
Really?
I'm tired. My left shoulder aches from being the dominant driving arm. My feet hurt. My ribs hurt. All I wanted was a smile, perhaps a quick kiss to the forehead and a word of encouragement.
"You've got this."
Not a lecture, and especially not the gross assumption that I want to quit.
This is why 80% of America doesn't exercise, because the moment we struggle, we are given two choices: just do it or quit.
What I think needs to be my mantra.
Monday I start CrossFit Prescott three times a week for at least two months. Last week I did a daily workout nearly everyday. So I struggle today and suddenly I want to quit?
Ever tried.
Ever failed.
No matter. Try again.
Fail again.
Fail better.
Excuse me. I need to go "Shut up & Dance."
Epilogue: completed the three-song workout in four songs, dripping in sweat, unable to breathe. Hard, horrid and I do not regret it. I won.
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