Shhhh, please keep this secret
I fell…again. Don’t tell Connie. I’m afraid that she’ll want me to stop.
When I started off on my run this morning I felt great. It was a comfortable morning for a run and I headed out of our driveway already in stride. My route needed to be altered due to some large mud puddles and I wanted to take a different route. This part of the mission was certainly accomplished.
As I approached the last 1/2 mile of the 4 mile run I decided further alter my path. This took me through neighboring businesses driveways and front yards. When it’s prior to 7:00 am they really don’t mind that much. At least I don’t think they mind. In between businesses there was a gully for draining. I’d never noticed them being there, but had never ran this way. I navigated the first one just fine and then the second one came. I misjudged the slope and that’s never good. I thought that I could get my balance back but my legs didn’t agree.
Some minor cuts, but I’m no worse for the wear.
My feelings about keeping this to myself reminds me of when I first started driving again 8 months after surgery. There were many times when cops pulled up next to me or behind me at a red light. I sat in my car on pins a needles waiting for the light to go green.
What if they realize that I’m seeing double right now? What if they realize that I’m driving with half of one good eye? What if they make me do a field sobriety test, even though I haven’t had anything to drink? My balance sucks!
I had just given myself plenty of reasons to never drive again. In theory I’ve also reasoned my way out of jogging. These self-limiting beliefs can stop you in your tracks.
But I don’t want reasons NOT to do something. I want reasons TO do something. My reasons are my family, not to mention my own physical and mental health. I have a feeling that deep down inside, you also would also prefer to have reason TO do something.
What are your reasons?
p.s. I have a feeling that she already knows