I took two days away from any sort of exercise. There really was no reason for this. I could have just as easily strapped on the sneakers and hit the gym, or done another 4-6 miles of running. Instead, though, I paused. I took some down time.
What I did in that time, though, was rather interesting. Among all the mundanity of my life, I caught myself standing a little taller. I found that I was carrying myself more confidently. I was able to just take a walk down the street and not worry about the way my body was moving.
I have always been very, very aware of the size of my chest, and how it moves when I walk or run. It’s a soft spot on my body. These past two days, though, I didn’t really think about it. Except, maybe when I caught myself in the mirror coming out of the bathroom. I’d pause. And smile. This is all new for me.
This working out and running business is helping. I can feel myself morphing. I can feel myself growing in other ways too. I’m less worried about my physical body and able to get on with the business of writing, or being good at what I do with work, or whatever. I don’t feel this constant pressure of my skin against my clothes, like some beast against the cage bars. It doesn’t feel as bad any more.
Today, I will get back out there. I will run. I’m having my usual egg scramble and mug of coffee before I do, though. I know I love to feel fueled when I’m out there.