It’s been 12 days since I’ve done any physical activity apart from (slowly) walking, and I just started doing some squattings.
This is HARD. I’ve taken training breaks before from injury, but never been THIS incapacitated. In the past, I’ve been able to do some strength work, but this is HARD.
Yesterday, I met with a strong group of my close friends as a goodbye before I leave on Thursday to live my life out in British Columbia. It was absolutely incredible.
The sweetest part of viewing the blessings of the family you choose, aka, your friends, is that with whom we surround ourselves, are a direct reflection of us.
So maybs I’m self-horn-tooting, but like, that means we’re all just really damn cool people!
I took a second while we were all sitting together cozy like in a cafe, to look and observe at the scene:
And thought how grateful I was to have all these phenomenal human beings in my life. I don’t usually do gatherings like this, I don’t often celebrate my birthday with friends. But I really wanted to have a goodbye to the close people who are always with me wherever I go.
It was incredible. Thank you all.
We talked the beauty of nature, and they were so supportive and loving of how they felt I belonged in the woods #wherenoonehearsmyfartsbutthetrees
I cannot wait to be in nature. I forgot how much I’ve missed and needed it. It’s been so long since I’ve been humbled by rugged trail and peace. Toronto is loud and busy.
My rib is healing slow. In this time, my mental strength is being tested, as well as my intuition. I’m learning to hear my body, and live presently so that I can honour my needs. As I’ve not trained in so long, it is a tricky time often to hear the restrictive voice of my mind with my old coping, and tell it to STFU. Honestly, fuck the weight, fuck the struggle. I don’t have energy enough to care for restriction and a half ass-life.
Nature, being out there, really puts the present moment in focus. It takes away the mindgames we play, and puts real life right here and now. There’s no time or space for restriction. The body is totally our conduit for the experience, and is must be honoured or else, no experience. Simple as that!
I’m eating and fuck it, I am getting healthy, in rest, and my body has done this for a reason. The body always communicates with us. Right now, it’s telling me to chill. I’ve actually started watching Netflix for the first time (thank you Corinne).
I miss feeling physically strong, truly. I feel at loss. I won’t jeopardize my healing before I leave on Thursday (Nov 30th) to my new life out west. The mountains are waiting for me, and I’ll climb em soon enough. But right now, I chill, heal, rest.