I sprained my ankle this summer and I've been pretty sick for a while now. Nothing too serious but enough to wear me out and make me miss the majority of my workouts. In fact, when I begin again, I'll be starting over and the thought of where I was in comparison to how I feel now kind of freaks me out.
It's so tough to get started! And I feel like I'm running with someone else's body. Someone else's broken, tired body...
I was laying on the couch today while Jimmy was flipping channels on the television. His remote rested on a hunting show just as the hunter made the decision to use his tag to help an injured antelope instead of waiting for the trophy pronghorn they had seen earlier to come in. The antelope appeared to have a broken front leg and his walking was labored. The hunter took aim with his bow, shot, and the arrow pierced the animal's body. The antelope ran about a hundred yards before it fell to the ground. That scene only lasted seconds but in that short time it occurred to me that when this antelope ran...it was fast. The antelope had adapted to it's injury by dragging it's damaged leg and used only the other three to move. It could barely walk, but it could run... super fast!
How often do I allow my weaknesses dictate what I can do? I feel like I've been doing that a lot lately. I've been tired, and cranky and whining about a sprained ankle and some pesky body aches instead of adapting to what my present circumstances could allow me to do.
ENOUGH!
I'm going to ignore the fact that the hunter shot the antelope and it's now hanging on a wall somewhere and focus on the way that animal moved when pressed. It was awesome to watch and for some disturbingly strange reason, it was the push that I needed to get moving again.
La Salvation
2 years ago
