Today was one of those days when everything seems wrong.
Yes, my body keeps me alive to live a fulfilling life. I am thankful. For the most part, I am healthy and for the last 3 years have been diligently taking care of my body by eating right (most of the time), exercising, and learning coping skills to lesson anxiety and stress. However, I seem to be a magnet for injuries. I won't bore everyone with all the injuries I have had, just suffice to say, I indeed have had many. I honestly can say that I do not exaggerate the multitude and severity of these injuries. Some are broken bones and others are stupid thinks like blood blisters under my toenails that make it excruciating to run on.
If I voice my negative dislikes of my body today, and follow it up with a compliment to my body, then all will be good, right? Venting is good!
blood blisters under my toenails (see pic) Ouch! I ended up having to take my shoes off and walk the last mile of my twenty miler!
Went to the dermatologist today to have a funky spot examined. Sure enough, he wanted to biopsy the stupid thing. It stung like a son of a *&%^# ! Especially when going to the salt water therapy pool. I'll be getting the results by the end of the week. I am not going to do any negative thinking about it. It doesn't do any good to worry with no answers.
Achilles pain with only 3 weeks to my marathon, which is why I have been going to the salt water therapy pool! If I don't get this to heal, bye bye marathon.
Having to wear compression socks for huge varicose veins. I am only 42 for God sakes. I will have to wear these for the rest of my life. They are so sexy when I wear shorts.
My brain has a major leaking problem. It can't remember much of anything. Long term or short term! It continues to frustrate me and cause lots of embarrassment.
Ok, ok. Now the compliments:
I have very pretty eyes. When you look into them, you can see my soul and what a generous, good, compassionate kind person I am. My identical twin sister told me that last month. I told her, "right back at you!"
I have a slender neck and collar bone. It's very pretty and will be prettier when that stupid growth is removed!
My legs are strong! When not injured, I feel like I can run like the wind.
My lungs are very healthy and my VO2 max is excellent.
When not marathon training (black toes), my feet and toes are pretty, especially when I am wearing hot pink nail polish.
Every wrinkle on my face and hands are earned. Since I loved my Grandmother so very much, I equated her wrinkles to beauty and love. Therefore, my wrinkles, although just beginning, are beautiful.
So there you have it!
Just one last thing...I am very, very thankful that I do not have a debilitating disease or that I do not suffer from the many, many life threatening conditions. My compassion and empathy for those that do is limitless.