Thursday, September 27, 2012
Yesterday I was flying high on endorphins after finishing a 5K practice walk on the treadmill in under 41 minutes (getting a little faster each time
) My weigh-in for the weight-loss challenge was that evening so I figured I would go sit in the steam room and sweat off a few more ounces. As I stepped over the threshold into the steam room, my feet went out from under me. I landed on my backside then cracked the back of my head against the door step.
Though it hurt like a son-of-a-gun, there was no blackout, no blood. Just me in a towel trying to keep covered up.
I sat with some ice on my head thinking, had I broken anything or worse (scrambled my brains) in a blink of an eye my fitness efforts could have been taken away or severely delayed. Then what?
I have been so focused on working out and equating it with the path to success, where would I be if I couldn't continue on?
Luckily my head is the hardest part of my body so other than bumps and bruises, no damage to anything but my ego. But it was a good life lesson.
Would I be happy is I had to stop where I am now? Is this good enough?
More things to think about....