If you've been reading this blog for any length of time, you know that I enjoy being physically active. I enjoy exercising, being outdoors, playing sports--there's just something so freeing and relaxing about being active, moving my body, pushing and challenging myself. This week was a banner week for me on that front, for several reasons:
* I finally mastered this one particular technique in a sport I regularly play that I've never been able to do before. And as I was doing it, correctly and perfectly, it was like I saw the whole thing unfolding in slow motion. (Maybe those of you who play sports know what I'm talking about--those rare moments when you get the timing perfectly correct, and you can just *see* everything clearly unfolding in front of you? It was exactly like that.)
* Several years ago, I injured myself pretty badly while running. For a long time, I thought I would never be able to run regularly again as a result of the injury. This week, I ran over 3 miles on 2 separate occasions--totally pain free. It has been a long and slow process to get to this point, so to say I'm ecstatic about this is putting it mildly.
* This weekend, I went cycling with Mr. Jane, and pushed myself to a level that I thought I was incapable of reaching. (I wonder if the running is helping my cycling?)
I feel like I spend so much of my time in my head; spending time focusing on the physical, and being able to celebrate those accomplishments, is a welcome change.