Today was my 12th Pilates class. I feel strong. As I climbed yesterday, I did it with both my legs. I didn’t favor my left and put extra weight on my right. I have realized that for almost 17years, I have been favoring my left knee because of my injury. I have been walking uneven. What a difference, walking around putting my full weight on both legs. Telling my muscles in my legs—glutes, hamstrings, calves to work with my quads, not just all my quads. How quickly we can get into a routine out of protection, fear without even being conscious of it.
Every once and awhile, I used to take a hot yoga class and the teacher would say, whatever position is hard here, work it out and the things in your life that are hard won’t seem that way. I thought he was full of bologna. But now, I get it. When I am trying to do a tricep push up (who knew they existed) or trying to hold myself up with my core there is something about trying with all my strength to do it and each time maybe not doing it but just trying. Then getting better at it makes the other parts of life not seem so daunting.
We don’t have to figure it all out at once, on our own with no help. Help is there. We just have to ask for it. Have you asked other people how they got to where they are? How they decided to do x? We truly have so many resources in each other—it is amazing.