Last night I would have loved to go walking outside, but before bravely following in Jim's all-weather footsteps and thanks to a little prodding from my wonderful husband, I decided to head to the Y to see whether I could put myself through the wringer there. Unlike the mornings when the Y is relatively empty, last evening it was packed! My three favorite types of machine were taken – most every machine was taken – so I resorted to using the Stairmaster. The room was so hot and humid that the panoramic windows were entirely steamed over, so there was no golf course view. Thankfully I had music to listen to while I sweated and stepped to nowhere. From there I hopped on another machine and then another. I finally stopped when I felt like my body was panicking. Whether the sweat was from my hard work or the rain forest atmosphere, I didn't care. I was thankful for the unexpected and challenging workout.
This morning I awoke long before the sun rose, thinking about all the things on my to-do list in the days ahead. I was starting to panic, but rather than jump out of bed and start doing things, I stayed in bed and thought through the panicky feeling. What was I afraid of? What catastrophe was I imagining? What could I do to ensure that things would run smoothly? Little by little I organized my runaway worried thoughts into a group of tasks within my power. Then I got out of bed, grabbed pen & paper, and started listing what I needed to/could do (I can almost check blogging off my list). I'm still nervous because I want things to go well, but I'm not panicking, and I think I'm not going to turn to food as a hiding place.
Progress!
~Karin
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