Me and my big mouth.
So here we are on a perfectly dreary, cozy, lazy Saturday and I'm thinking of all the reasons not to go walk, or go to yoga, or both, or either or whatever...
The home body/introvert that I naturally am is super resistant to getting out of the house today. And it isn't even that cold yet. Check back next week when the high is going to be in the 40s, lows in the 20s.
I have the sniffles and a slight headache. I could be contagious. I wouldn't want all the other folks in yoga to catch whatever plague this is.
But something my son said once (and that I know to be true from experience) is ringing in my ears. I asked him once after a run how he felt.
"Great. I don't always want to go but I never regret it afterwards."
I resent wisdom from the college students. Aren't they all supposed to be passed out on sofas with hangovers instead of making their parents feel like slugs?
But though my body is putting up a fight my mind knows better and she is in control. Not that it hasn't been a battle this morning. "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." Today's Bible truth.
So I'm planning my day around what I know my body needs and really wants on a deeper level. I know that after yoga I'll feel amazing, and when I'm dragging my carcass across 3 miles I'll feel fierce.
Today's lesson: Fierce is better than cozy.