It has been over a year since I have done anything more than navigate moving my body out of necessity. With each surgery, I hoped and planned for it to be my last, but each time, there seemed to be yet another thing needed.
There were long days in the healing process, but the good days far outnumbered the hard ones! So many days, I was encouraged by a visit from a friend. Never underestimate the power of stopping in and saying hello!
Today, I went to my first workout with my trainer. It was magical. I didn’t do anything extraordinary, but it was more about how it felt. I was not sure how my body would move or how my knees would hold up, and I wondered if I could do anything with my last Achilles surgery only being six weeks out. But you know what? I could do planks, lunges, and squats. I rode a bike for 10 minutes, and it was all amazing. I felt my breath, and I felt such deep gratitude.
I wonder if you have a routine of movement. I need a trainer to help me find it again. I know Michael will push me harder than I will make myself work. I may not always call movement such a fantastic gift, but when I forget, I will return and read this or run my fingers over the scars on my knees, legs, and heels. I invite you to join me in the movement. Find a routine you enjoy and join me with weekly goals that are right for you. ❤️ trish