On this week two years ago I was also suffering from the stomach virus that triggered the lovely autoimmune condition that I'm suffering from. 23 months ago I was a quadriplegic in the intensive care unit (I actually like to say that I was suffering from Quadrophenia). In the hospital I remember to practice. I practiced being calm. I practiced my breathing. I practiced mindfulness. I passed hours reviewing the various courses I ran in my mind. In my mind I ran laps on the track and in reality the machines that were connected to my body started beeping because my heart rate actually started going up. In my mind I crossed all the finish lines, with real tears on the waterproof hospital pillow.
Now more than ever, I practice while I train. Breathing and thoughtfulness are that much more important when one's balance is off or when significant muscle groups are in active. I also try to get to 27 reps on most of the resistance machines. For the first five or six I try to hold back and not get caught up in the excitement of being strong. Number six is a little exciting because I passed my neighborhood. I moved through to 13 without much stress and then I get to the halfway point. Then I focus on getting to 16 where things get tough but the crowd starts to roar. The number 20, only a 10K to go. Number 21, back in Manhattan. At number 22 on thinking ahead to Central Park already. 23 and 24, I can see people with their finisher's medal, I'll get one also. At 25 your allowed to say almost there. At 26, you can see the finish line. Then all the effort that's left goes to looking good when you're done.
|Thanks for the action photo, Murray.|
Training got me to that finish line. I don't know what kept me from bursting into tears when I did it. I guess it was that I could hardly catch my breath or that I was worried I was gonna fall on my face.
Now that I'm home and more or less alone it's good to practice my writing and to let the tears of joy flow.
And thank you Susan for catching me in this video at the finish line.