Earlier today I wrote about how being on Spring Break helped me to realize I am sick. All day I’ve spent accepting that I am sick, that I am going to the doctor on Wednesday morning and it is okay that I am not feeling my best.
This afternoon, following a cathartic chat with my boyfriend about our respective futures, I abandoned my plan to work out at the gym and instead took Madame (my rescue pitt) to the woods for a run. Not expecting much from myself, I started out and was elated to find surprisingly little stiffness in my legs and hips, and very little trouble with my breath despite having a mild cough that’s persisted for days.
8 miles later I realized that I am not only sick, I am relaxed. It is a confusing way to feel sometimes! But despite feeling broken, maybe even because of it, I let go of the pressure I normally put on myself to perform & let my body feel how it needed to. I didn’t try to force it or push against myself. I opened to the idea of rest, to the concept that whatever I could do was enough, and I surprised myself 🙂
Cheers — to brokenness allowing us to sometimes anyway feel whole… And cheers to Madame!