I got up early this morning and started that head game smack talk again. Got dressed, filled a bottle, got all reflected up and set out on my bike at just after 5:00am. It’s amazing how peaceful things are before everyone gets up. Was I nervous, heck yes. But I did it anyway. I successfully rode in the dark, fully lit by street lamps, my light on the front of my bike and the red blinker on the back. I had no problem seeing the road and somewhere along the way I realized this early morning riding is so doable.
After watching my father-in-law, a very active man, lose his battle with cancer in 9 very short weeks and the follow-up deterioration of my mother-in-law, one thing is certain. We are all going to go sooner or later.
I’m not going to sit around and get old doing nothing. I’m going to continue to lift heavy things, swim, bike, run and just about anything else I really want to do. I may not do any of those things perfectly, but who really cares? Who are the exercise police that are going to say “you’re doing it all wrong”? Who are the food police that are going to come in my house and say “You aren’t supposed to eat that”? Really?
I’m feeling a little rebellious this morning.
My you all be blessed with the courage to do what really moves your soul.