It’s Monday morning. I love to walk and since my foot injury I miss it. So friends can we walk together?
If we were walking together, I would tell you I finished my taxes this weekend and was surprised to be getting a refund. I would tell you Turbo Tax makes it easy to do taxes even when you know nothing about tax laws and have to submit multiple tax returns for multiple states.
If we were walking together, I would tell you how much I’ve grown to love swimming this month. I would tell you I tackled my fear of the elliptical twice last weekend too. The elliptical was where my foot injury happened and I was beginning to fear getting on one again. As a child, I had a bike accident and cannot get on one to this day out of fear. But last weekend I conquered my elliptical fear before it had the same fate as the bike. I would ask you if you conquered any of your fitness fears.
If we were walking together, I would tell you how thankful I am to be with you and not working. How at one time, I felt passionate about the work I do. Now it strangles me. I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe. It holds me back from pursuing my real dream. I would ask you about your work. Do you like what you do? Did you pursue your dream?
If we were walking together, I would tell you I stopped at Trader Joe’s to buy their famous cookie butter. And would caution you that it’s dangerously good; like eating creamy graham crackers. How I also found shaved brussel sprouts and that brussel sprouts are like candy to me. I would tell you all the ways I like to eat brussel sprouts.
If we were walking together, I would tell you I made Indian soup in my slow cooker for the first time but didn’t believe it would turn out. How I don’t have a great love of curry and when I opened the pot thought I might be dinnerless. As it turned out, it tasted better than I expected and I didn’t go hungry.
If we were walking together, I would tell you I roasted oodles of vegetables this weekend as part of my meal prepping for the week. Cauliflower, zuchini, carrots and brussel sprouts. Enough for two dinners and lunch this week.
If we were walking together, I would tell you about the new low-calorie chocolate mint hazelnut muffins recipe I baked. That I ate one & brought the rest to work for my team, but saved one for you after our walk.
If we were walking together, I would tell you how much I look forward to picking up groceries each week at Sprouts Farmer’s Market. How I discover new and interesting foods. That it relaxes me and makes me feel cheerful. That when I’m there, I feel like Meg Ryan in the movie You’ve Got Mail, graciously skipping through life in the streets of New York. Who would you be in your happy place? I would ask you.
If we were walking together, I would tell you I walked 1.5 miles last night for the first time since my foot injury and how difficult it was. I would explain to you why I continued to workout during my recovery was to maintain my fitness because I’m scared my body won’t remember how to do 13 miles again.
If we were walking together, I would tell you how thankful I am I’m walking today because last Thursday was one of my “done” days. Done with pain. Done with being injured. Done with people asking me about my injury. AND Done with not being able to be outdoors to enjoy the gorgeous Arizona weather before the sizzling heat arrives.
If we were walking together, I would tell you a close colleague recommended I “learn to be patient with my injury.” And after our talk, how I realized being patient is a discipline I can train myself to do like anything else. I would explain to you I lost 80 pounds through discipline. I wake up every day at 4:30 a.m. to workout through discipline. I’ve completed several half marathons from training my body to endure distance and pain through discipline. Patience is discipline.
If we were walking together, I would as if I can make a deal with you. If I can discipline myself to be more patient, can you discipline yourself to exercise and eat right? Do we have a deal?
If we were walking together, what would you tell or ask me?
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