Listening to Your Body
We go go go in life, it’s rare that we stop and see the signs when they are coming. Most of us wait until it’s completely in front of us, staring us in the face like a brick wall. We live in an age of 24/7 and don’t take the break we need when we need it. At least I don’t. The alarm went off at 4:15 this morning, I woke up feeling the signs, a cold looms.
My throat was raw, but I still pushed myself into the shower. I secretly hoped that five minutes under the warm water would cure all. Although instead of a shower I was cupping water onto my body sitting indian style in the bathtub. The pulley thing for the shower wouldn’t stay up and my brain was too tired to try to process how to fix it. Still feeling the raw feeling in the back of my throat, I dressed for the snowshoe Jason and I had planned. As I walked down the stairs and greeted him for the morning, the internal fight was raging, was I becoming sick or being a baby.
After a discussion with Jason and much encouragement from him, I settled into dealing with the fact sickness was coming. Instead of hitting the trails this morning, I hit my head back on the pillow, and slept until after eleven in the morning. Tired much? Had it been me by myself I might of pushed myself through and gotten really sick, instead I am in the limbo of sickness where another good night of sleep might just have the whole thing blow over. So that’s where I am in the limbo of sick or not sick, still working through the internal battle.
I so wanted to be at the top of the mountain for sunrise this morning and in one sense feel like I missed the opportunity, but at the same time the amount of sleep I consumed last night, something like 13 hours is a sign from my body for rest. So rest won and instead of killing myself over the decision it’s time to let the body guide the way for now, for tomorrow I spend the day traveling for work.