I can feel it. I didn’t really have a “game plan” for it to come back. But when I woke up Sunday morning after spending basically all day Saturday in bed I knew it was back.
I wasn’t in bed Saturday from pain, just exhaustion. Lack of sleep, partying too hard. Having too much fun. (Really!!)
The pain I am talking about is that body-wide ache that comes when you start pushing yourself to do better. Go harder, further, faster than you usually do. I did not really plan a grand re-entry into my life after all of this time.
Breaking my leg put me at a literal dead stop. My ankle is still holding me back, but not from everything. I’ve been out dancing three times now in three weeks. Once at a club, and twice at “dance church”
I am pushing my body, and my body says Woah!
I am settling into the familiar ache that means I am moving my body and it will get stronger. It is just that, an ache and it rings familiar like an old friend. A friend come home to rest in my body.
Welcome home old friend.