This is not a workout-of-the-day blog post. I haven’t been able to do anything more strenuous than getting myself around the house since Wednesday, when I hurt my back. I was very lucky; I had my physical scheduled for Thursday and I dragged myself there and my doctor had pity on me and prescribed me muscle relaxers so I’ve at least had medication to help mitigate the pain. Today I’m finally starting to feel a little better.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking. As I wince and shuffle my way through the world, I keep having urges to tell everyone that I’m hurt and in pain, that I’m not normally like this. Why? Because I’ve cultivated a self-image of being super-capable, tough, able to do whatever I might ask of myself. But it’s so fragile.
Maybe I should do some thinking about how I define myself. Probably after I’m off meds that make me foggy and sleepy, though :)