Tonight, Xavy and I came up with the idea to lift a the amount of weight I have lost to date. We walked to the rack and I found the dumb bells marked 80lbs. Those suckers were friggin huge!!! I reached down with my left hand and pulled. It barely budged. I turned and grabbed it with both hands and gave it one big tug. I was strong enough to lift it up but no where near strong enough to lift it off of the rack. What a moment.
In a fraction of a second, it was all so clear. I knew exactly why I can sprint now and couldn't then. I knew why it used take everything out of me to be on my feet, playing with my cousins. I was reassured that without a doubt, my knee problems are real.
I had to walk away from the rack and Xavy before the water works started. I cried a little walking away and I am crying now typing this. It was so overwhelming to physically pick up the weight that I dropped. I could feel in my hands the burden that was a part of me for so long. What an incredible thing to witness.
This is something that I think I will be doing often as a reminder of where I was and how much I NEED to never go back.
Try it!
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