I was at the gym yesterday. I drug myself there, lazily forcing myself to get on the treadmill and run. And then on the elliptical. After the cardio, I took it further and went over to the area to stretch and work on some yoga.
There I was, pouring in sweat, so proud of myself like I’d split the atom or something… like I’d accomplished some great feat, making it to the gym another day.
I was actually upside down, working on yoga when ‘it’ happened. Red faced and inverted, sweat dripping up my face, I saw a man headed to the elevator lifting an arm weight. And then, because of my ‘angle’, I only saw his bottom half as he was getting onto the elevator. As the doors of the elevator closed in front of him, it was his two prosthetic legs, donned in running shoes that I saw.
And all of this put my cardio and my headstand and my big deal of attending the gym another day…. into full perspective.
All I have to do was show up and move each day. How silly I was to even think there was anything more to it.
~K
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