Have you noticed that when people survive life-threatening (perceived or real) situations, they suddenly start running marathons or climbing mountains? I have always been curious about that, whenever coming across an inspirational story about a survivor of some disaster who went on to achieve an awesome physical feat. Me, not so athletic. Hate the gym, running makes my knees hurt, I find cycling boring (shhh, don’t tell or I’ll get kicked out of Colorado) ain’t nobody got time for that. Aside from “hiking” (really just a stroll in the woods with my dog), I’m basically a slouch, thank you very much.
And then, there was Bob. Ok, it took me seven weeks after the discovery of Bob to find the motivation, but it was there, covered over by mountains of anxiety and the incessant need to sleep through my feelings.
I took my first ever boxing class this evening! I know, I’m amazed at myself too, and I know me better than you do. I felt so intimidated when I walked in, especially having gone alone (well, Bob’s always with me, so I guess I’m never alone.) But I was warmly welcomed and introduced. When asked about any medical conditions I laughed and said, “Other than the brain tumor, my left rotator cuff is a little tweaked.” Laughing while mentioning having a brain tumor really throws people.
I feel stronger already. As a friend said later, punching the sh*t out of something is very therapeutic. I’ll definitely be going back for more. Taking action to get stronger in body, mind, and spirit is life-affirming and gives me some sense of helping myself to heal.
Thank you for reading. More will be revealed…
Love & Light,