So. One more unplanned inconvenience occurred during this newest absence. And I’m not really using it as an excuse, but rather, as a reason to be writing this snippet today, my last full day here in London. I am as usual in total denial of having to pack up and go back to where I came from — this sort of burying my head in the sand happens every single time I have to leave Europe, where I truly feel at home, so it’s nothing new. A given, really, but anyway.
So I wanted to remind you that despite all my posts that I put up pushing you to keep going, plunge ahead, work hard, etc. etc., yeah, do it, but don’t take it too far.
Otherwise, you’ll end up like me that past few days. I’ve been in London since Thursday and spent the first day until about yesterday feeling like utter crap, exhausted with an upset stomach and a vague, if insignificant, headache. My best friend teases me all the time since I never get sick that if/when I do fall ill I’ll think I’m dying. So basically, I’ve been gooping around like a victim of the plague but at the same time fully aware I’m just being a huge baby: it’s not even that I’m sick — it’s bodily exhaustion accumulated over three weeks creeping up waiting for the first sign of relax and stability, and then WHAM!
So yeah, it’s nothing a long period of rest won’t cure. But to avoid stints like this, I’ll give us all the tiniest little reprieve from intensive workouts and therapy: Work yourself hard, but know when you need to stop. Otherwise, you’ll crash. Remember that your body has formally been assaulted by a traumatic injury and it’s not fair to ask of it the same things as an unaffected body. You need rest more so than others. It’s easy to forget, but very very true.
Be gentle with yourself! It’s what I’ve been saying this whole time (really — check my older posts if you don’t believe me ;)).
To our healing,