Do you remember learning about “I-messages” in elementary school? I was taught to say something like:
“I felt angry when you flicked your bugger on me.”
Instead of pulling hair and saying things like:
“You’re a stupid poophead and I hate you!”
It was all about listening and acting out of maturity. I’m learning – after yet another (secret) injury – how to treat my body with the same respect. Listening to my body is a tough job. Especially after years of laziness. If I don’t feel like a workout I immediately get down on myself for slacking off. But I’m realizing that sometimes it’s just my body’s way of telling me it needs a break.
So instead of hating my knee and flicking buggers on my hip, I should sit on the couch, right?!?! Wait…what? This is just my complicated way of saying that I let myself go a little faster on my 10 mile run on Friday. My knee actually felt good, but I could feel the rust in my leg muscles. I let myself have three whole rest days. I know that sounds like a lot, but it’s what my body wanted.
I feel rested and ready for a strong week. I’m hoping that feeling sticks with me while I run 3.1 miles of this Dam Run on Saturday!
Wish me luck!