The last time I exercised was Wednesday night. That was the same night I found out about Paul; but I stopped exercising for different reasons. I woke up in the middle of the night that night with excruciating pain in my left foot -- somewhere inside along my arch. I was really angry with the pain because I was having enough trouble sleeping and more than that: it was a familiar pain. I lived with pain in both of my feet like that for almost a year when I was in college. By the time I actually sought out a doctor, he advised me to stop dancing.
I took quite a defeatist attitude on Thursday at the doctor's office. I was just resigned to his advice to "stay off my feet for at least 6 weeks."
"Okay," I thought. "No problem."
But it is a problem. Getting in shape has been the best thing I've done for myself in AGES. My depression has lifted to a point that I can almost shrug it off and I feel motivated to write and make plans and do things that I haven't done in a long time.
So last night I went back to class. It sucked, not being able to do any of the jumps or bounces, but moving was great. The sweat was great. The punching and stretching was great. And while everyone else was happily jumping to the music thumping, I focused myself and worked on balance and finding my center.
My feet hurt this morning, but nothing I can't live with. As long as I ice my feet after workout and wear my shoes all the time I really am okay. And I've overcome an obstacle that could have sunk me deep into darkness again: lethargy.
What's keeping you from getting active? What obstacle do you need to overcome to get going? Get up, take a walk or something! Swing your arms and shake your booty to some music and you'll get hooked. It'll be great for you, great for your health, and may just prepare you for things you never knew lay on the horizon.
8:50:07 AM 
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