My Fit Life

The temperature gauge read fifty degrees and I had forty-five minutes to spare between a client and picking up my son at school. An indoor workout was in my plans but Mother Ocean beckoned me to run beside her. Who could resist on such a sunny February Monday?When times are tough, I cope through movement.

My legs were heavy, chest burned and the moist sand both absorbed and resisted my effort. It was my first run since an uncharacteristic string of illnesses hit me at the end of the year. I felt old but when I remembered to be light and lifted up from the crown of my head, I was free.

Challenges come at us in every conceivable moment. A client and I shared some earlier in the day. She was tearful and acknowledged the exercises were revealing deep inner weakness. It wasn’t physical. Sometimes movement is emotional and at other times there’s too much awareness for thought to exist. They are the goal and destination of my fit life.

Wainscott Beach 2/2/09