I had a full evening last night but I was willing to walk. I didn't walk as far as I normally do but that is not the point. The point is to get moving and I did just that. I worked a bit late and had a few stops to make. It was late, dark even but I still managed our block and a little further.
The night air was crisp and there were a few people out and about. A frog, the unsettling leaves rustling, street lamps lit and a few cars buzzing by. I have taken yoga for awhile and I began to recall the principles of yoga - when an area is in pain or discomfort - breathe into that area. The ball of foot has been hurting and my right hip has tightened (I know this is due to my inactive body revolting and becoming active). Instead of fighting the discomfort, I surrendered to it. Slowly breathing into those areas as I slowed my pace.
I'm a very competitive person (think Joan Crawford when swimming with her daughter: "You'll never beat me. I'm older and bigger than you") and in this respect I am always pushing myself to do better, go faster, do it harder.
Last night, I slowed my pace. There was no time limit, no one to impress or beat. All I needed to do was get moving - no matter the pace of the distance - just get moving.
I was reading my email this morninga dn this was one of my daily meditations - how appropriate.
http://www.meditationsforwomen.com/dailys/521599.html
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