Hello there Awesomers!
I know it has been a few days since I have written my own blog (thanks to those wonderful bloggers with awesome content I have been able to reblog), so I have decided that tonight (or this morning since it is actually after 1am) I will put pen to paper – ok fingers to keypad lol.
The reason I have been getting a little further between blogs is because of the “feather, rock, truck” phenomenon (thanks Emazon). This is where life will get your attention when you cease to listen to the subtle reminders of which way to go or what your body is telling you about how you are travelling. And I hate to say it but I have been rather ignorant of my body’s cues of late.
Now you can be reminded with either a feather, a rock or a truck…until you start listening and getting the message so here is what I failed to listen to:
Alright so a feather is that gentle feeling that is meant to just gently remind you that maybe you are either going in the wrong direction, you have missed something, or there is something you can do better. In hindsight I realise that my feather probably was landing in my lap about 2 weeks ago when I began to get more sleepy each day after I finished work. Most people would say
that it is understandable with the job that I do…but I normally can work, train and run after the kids and Mr O-A these days and still have some reserves. This normalcy started to wane and I ignored it and forged forward.
Rocks are those strong feelings,
signs/symptoms that alert you to something serious but you ignore them all the same despite the little memories they leave behind (a little like bruises) that remind you that action needs to be taken – but sometimes we find clever ways to intermittently forget/push aside these rocks. My rocks started flying at me about a week ago when my mental resolve to my lifestyle choices began to become more difficult to maintain, and my body started to feel the brunt of no rest! For the first time in a long time my hip flexors began to flare up, my shin splints began to cuss me and my healed torn adductor started to remind me of the last time I pushed too far. And still I forged ahead and ignored these rocks!!!
MY FLIPPIN BIG TRUCK: