Limits...
I don't deal well with limits. Restrictions. Moderation. I never have. Today I was thanked for "being me" ?.. This meant doing something outside the bounds of usual and expected. I'm ok with that, it's who I am. But it means limits frustrate me. This knee thing is really frustrating me. I went for a run tonight (after cheesecake at work because - well - someone was giving it away and after sitting in a classroom all day it's nice to break up the monotony) if only I'd known then about the gift card and venison jerky ... But I digress. So I set out to do two miles and only did 1.8 THEN I thought I'd wind down with some yoga and finished about half of a 30 minute set. Because I twisted it doing 1/2 moon pose. I can look on Rhine bright side ... Last year I didn't know what that was, but right now I don't want limits. I want to feel my body pushing itself past limits, not being hampered by them. I am going to a sports doc soon but right now, despite well meaning advice to the contrary, I think I'm going to sit out the warrior dash. I've done enough five ks to know I can do it, and that if I get hurt worse ill be more angry than if I don't do it. ((sigh)) decisions. I'm still dressing up as she ra though ;) Thanks for reading!! K Www.52weeksofamazing.tumblr.com