Two and a half years ago, I was in incredible shape. I danced 10-14 hours per week every week, lifted weights and climbed a 100 foot high sand dune at Sand Dune Park in Manhattan Beach at least twice a week, often 10 times each time I went.
Then, I popped my hip out of joint during a dance class. I couldn’t walk for a week, and it took nine months to even attempt to dance again. I limped off the dance floor after 5 minutes of salsa. Not good. About 6 months after that, I hurt my mid-back from massaging 8 people in one day at a place of employment that didn’t understand that was too much. Apparently, neither did I. It put me out of work for 6 months, and I’ll never be able to work for a spa again. I am doing the occasional massage, here and there, but that’s about it.
Both injuries caused me intense amounts of pain…physical, emotional, and spiritual. The former stole the greatest love my life-dance, and the latter took my career away and forced me into a job I was very unhappy in. (Most of you know, I am working diligently on finding work I enjoy and that offers me consistent income. I am waiting to hear from a wonderful restaurant in Belmont Heights, a few blocks from my house. I could be happy working there. And I also have several writing projects going.)
As I looked at picture from a few short years ago, I feel so sad. The past two and a half years have been hard on me, and although people don’t think I look my age, I can see the pain from the past two and a half years in my face and body. I am trying so hard to pull myself out of the cycle of depression and pain that that ordeal put me through, and Bryan says I’m doing much better. Of course, I’m hard on my self, and the weight gain breaks my heart. I worked hard to get where I was.
So, why am I rehashing all of this? Because today I took that next step towards taking my life back, this challenge being the first step, of course. I’ve also been dieting for 3-4 days. I’m ready. I’m really ready to be happy again like that. I’m ready to let go of all that pain. I don’t want it anymore. I just can’t hold onto it. It was killing me slowly.
So, I went back to Sand Dune Park -the first time in two and a half years! The park was closed for “maintenance”…for 6 months! Well, I didn’t let it get me down. No. No. No. I climbed the stairs that run along side the sand hill- them 3 times up and 3 times down. It wasn’t alot, but my legs were shaking so hard when I was done. They’ll be sore tomorrow, but I’m going again…tomorrow. I may not be able to buy a gym membership right now, but I can do this. Right now my life needs to be about CANS not CAN’TS.
It’s hard to face the truth sometimes. I didn’t want to really see where all this pain had taken me. It was dark. But I don’t want that any more. My life will be care-free again. I flirt with those days now. Today was a big step, tomorrow will be another, and the day after another. But for now, I will worry about now. And right now, I can work hard on getting my body back, my life back and my JOY back.
Thanks for listening.
Namaste.