I’m working on building up stamina because being a blob doesn’t agree with me.
I had one of our rare, hard-won, absolutely stunning neuro physiotherapy sessions yesterday. It usually takes time (days or even weeks) for my body to embrace the resetting, but this one is showing up fast.
Until last week, walking a bit too far would wipe me out.
When I was well, walking lifted my spirits and calmed my mind, and “too far” had more to do with comfort & convenience than anything more pressing.
For most of my illness, walking helped in the aggregate – if I kept it up, I did better over time. It was good, and I was glad to do it, but…
I’d forgotten, until today, just how lovely it was possible to feel after a good walk.
Yes, I’ve overdone a bit, and I’m open to the idea of staying in tomorrow & taking it easy.
I just… I haven’t had a workout high in… dear heavens, I can’t even remember. Decades, possibly.
Must remember to send this link to my physiotherapist. She’ll be:
A. Over the moon for me.
B. Reminding me to drink a lot of water and put my feet up for a bit.
It’s hard to keep it all in perspective – to celebrate this properly, without falling into the old trap of ignoring all the ongoing work it took to get here; to keep it up & stay honest about the jungle of limits I still have to negotiate.
Good day, though, eh? Really, really good. My heart is as light as the feather of Ma’at…
