Exercise. Hi. High.

I was supposed to post this 2 nights ago.  But I was knocked out before I got to finish. Hahaha.

November 9, 2011

After months of procrastinating, I decided to jog once again. It’s been a long time and I missed it:)

Did 20 minutes of stretching, I brisk walked, jogged, brisk walked, jogged, then brisk walked some more.  Did about 10 rounds of brisk walking and 5 rounds of jogging.  Not bad. Thought I was gonna collapse during the 4th round though.  My sides hurt.  The kind of pain that stings with each breath I took. I thought of stopping. “To much.  Way too much, too early”, I thought.  But just as I was about to turn the corner, ‘Best of you’ played.  For some reason despite the ache.. I felt the push to continue. To make my feet move and trust myself. To believe that the pain will soon fade and Id be able to carry on.

With Dave Grohl’s raspy voice blaring from my headset, I felt the pressure of my soles as it hit the pavement.  And just like that, a rush of adrenaline overcame whatever pain I felt that time.  It was quite liberating actually.  

This is me, resting my weary feet.  Hello, body ache. lol

See, the thing is, for the past hour that i went around the neighborhood, furiously dragging my feet and pushing my body to the limit.  I realized that my limit isn’t just when I am in pain or when I’m having a hard time.  I am the one who limits myself.  I should be the one to say when to go and when to stop.  I should draw the line somewhere if its too much, but push through if it’s all worth it.  At the end of the day, the heart and the mind should be one. Not one higher that the other. If not, you wouldn’t be able to reach that finish line, happy. Not the superficial kind, but sincerely happy.