Regular physical activity has become a key part of my overall life balance. I don't know how much of it is simply the effect of the endorphins on the brain versus simply dissipating the energy of negative thoughts, but the lesson from my second therapy team of the importance of regular exercise on overall emotional health has never since been lost on me. In past years when I was able to swim in the winter, it helped me carry this benefit of exercise through the dark months of the year; that isn't as much of an option now, so I'm glad to have discovered functional fitness (I still hate that term) as another option. Of more immediate concern, I was so relieved to discover that I could still run and cycle after cracking my rib, and I believe that injury is beginning to heal. This shoulder strain from yard chores on Sunday is a different matter. I think it's improving now, too, but it has been far more restrictive, as it has hurt simply to breathe, so exercising has been out of the question, and I'm feeling a bit of withdrawal since my excellent bike ride on Saturday.
Praise and worship is a good and important thing, and last night's meeting was a great gift. But this morning I am again struggling to focus on blessings. The rain in the forecast for the next several days looks like it's going to limit my chances to get out, too. It has only been since Saturday, but I am feeling a bit adrift.
Also, I'm concerned about being able to support Mike and the family. Carol's viewing will be Sunday, with her funeral on Monday, and we have a short-notice proposal due at 10 Monday morning.
I've long had dissonance between the outside and the inside. Right now it feels like it's growing, but that could just mostly be the multiple effects of my physical pain.
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