recovery

let's face it, recovery is (or is paired with) the f word to an athlete. 
recovery indicates that an injury has occurred.
pain has interrupted the ability to move forward.
activity has come to an abrupt, unplanned, devastating

end.

ALL has been lost.

any athlete who hears the words,
"the next step is to recover" really hears it's time to start over...
or quit.
because starting over this late in the season is ridiculous,
whatever you are working on to recover,
isn't
going
to
happen
in time
at least not in time to be rewarded by anything of value.
it certainly won't be newsworthy.

recovery begins with a decision.

recovery insists that rest is necessary.

recovery requires complete trust in others...specifically another who isn't even participating in the activity at your skill level, and that the one you put your trust in made that very decision before you - to "quit"
to become...
a trainer.

recovery follows the slowest, longest, most narrow healing path in existence.

recovery asks you to be on the sidelines... to watch.
 
recovery encourages you to believe in your self.

recovery suggests that you face the fear that brought you to this place.

recovery means, losing it ALL,

again

...to be fully restored, made new, given sight, heard, seen,

deeply known.

4 Corners:CrossTraining

switching up the training routine tonight for some time hanging out in the boxing ring.  kind of a rough way to go about things, i know-but that's it, that's what i've got this day:  you know you can't enter the ring without sizing up the competition, who seems like a lightweight, until you notice all that she carries in resentment and might have beens.   Ding.  Bring it in with the first punch of failure.  There it is the right hook of self doubt, with a double dose of jealous thoughts.  oh, her...that's what we are here for, the one who should have it all together.  Be sure to pull out all those not good enoughs...oh, yeah. Ughh, that deep jab of overindulgence to the gut is gonna hurt for a while.  maybe it's time to sit this one out for a spell. oh wait, here comes some pride you can muster up, to push her back into the corner, don't let yourself lose control, completely...see, that doesn't feel so bad, she needs to know you have some gumption to work with, before you come back for the next round-because there is always another round with this one.  the water is refreshing, and the ointment seems to hurt worse than the pain of the open wounds, isn't that the truth, which usually stings worse knowing the infliction comes from the only true competitor who can match the self, dead on. no time for truth, gotta, get back in the ring and pound this out, it's only gonna surface harder and stronger the next time if, she is given the victory...again? listen, you are being called back into the corner? - take a break, let your heart be tended to, you heard it, didn't you? when she whispered in your ear TRUTH, take a moment to hear. See there, you might just be ready to give in the towel of needing to know, and win the victory when you choose to take the gloves off, sister.  







over here on Mondays



1704 w. THiRD ST.

2:DAY

...GeT SeT

So,  THiS is probably where this all really started :

If I had a lofthouse cookie with pink frosting every time I heard those words....well maybe if I was still running like I did then.

But those were my favorite words, and that was the greatest place to be, at the starting line, on the mark. every fiber of my being fully actively engaged, all the strength with all my might, keeping me behind that line until it was time. Every thing mattered. Each breath, That thought, Everything was still, the world was silent, in anticipation. waiting for the moment of truly pure exhiliration-but that freedom comes and the race is on, and that moment is no more. Everything changes and you win some, lose some and skin your elbows and knees much more often than the former. Back to the training room, preparing, examining, building it back up, tearing it down, and remembering. Remembering who you are when you are there & remembering to get back to the mark, to that holding place, because that is truly where it gets put down, left behind and released-because from there... 
                                       

          ...you can not take it with you.

ONE WAY...begin

10:37 AM Posted by cHeRRyTeA! 0 comments
The way is lonely and goes on until there is no longer even a trace of a footprint to follow— but only the voice saying, "Follow Me" - M.U.F.H.H.


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