Finish-itis

[arguchik]

I've had finish-itis this week. I finished 2 pieces of knitting--a cardigan and a lace shawl--and bought blocking supplies from Home Despot on Saturday so I could wash and block them. I bought buttons on Sunday and sewed them on the cardigan yesterday (Monday) morning. I am almost done grading the student papers I received on Friday (w00t!).

Then today I had to seriously talk myself out of skipping straight to week 7 of the training plan I'm doing. At first it seemed reasonable, because the running intervals are the same length (9 minutes each), and it's only the walking intervals that are different (2 minutes for week 6; 1 minute for week 7). No. It's not reasonable. It's the way to hurt myself. I didn't do it. I just really want to get through this part of the "get my running legs back" program, and go straight to the part where I have my running legs back. No. There are no shortcuts. The only reasonable path is to take it one step at a time, while also paying attention to my body and taking care of it, treating it with kindness and patience rather than trying to force it into something it's not ready for.

But oh. The way my lungs feel. This is bringing a feeling of depth, peace, and openness to my chest that I have missed. I can breathe again, and I didn't even realize I'd been having trouble with that. And my legs. I can feel the blood flowing through them again. They are starting to feel stronger and more resilient, more playful and activity-inclined.

It's good.

Comments

[rojonoir.livejournal.com]

Yay! And not with the hurt!

[rokeya.livejournal.com]

Cheers to not pushing yourself. I know it's probably frustrating, but there's a pleasure also in letting one's body luxuriate in the process of becoming its stronger self. Isn't there? I think it's great that you're being so attentive to doing what's good for your body.