Mama T vs Vicky's Angel
I make it my life’s work to be a straight split between Mother Teresa and a Victoria’s Secret Model. I don’t mind the slight aspects of Martha Stewart, Tina Fey, Lara Croft Tomb Raider, a mermaid and Katniss Everdeen in me, but if I had two that I continually work to emulate (besides Jesus) it would be those two.
I love the work ethic, heart, determination, faith, and love for the Lord that Mama T has, but I wanna do all of that and look like a fox. Enter here clean eating, Corepower’s hot yoga sculpt and any pavement/treadmill I can get my hands on.
I’m basically addicted to exercise. If I don’t feel exhausted to the point of complete annihilation, I get bored. I only go to yoga classes that burn a minimum of 600 calories in an hour and make me start planning the execution of the instructor halfway through because it is so hard.
Between this desire to look like an Angel and my 15 years of dance, I’ve definitely had my share of injuries. Sprained ankles were the norm growing up. Shin splints. Bruises. Concussions from falling out of pirouettes that were off balance (in my early years). I even went as far as to rupture my Achilles tendon before taking hanging up my ballet shoes. Since I’ve had re-occuring tendonitis and torn ligaments. Most recently I’ve been battling some nasty plantar fasciitis.
As any well-rounded 21st century woman would do, I turned to google for ins and outs of this condition and the Mayo Clinic website stated the following:
“Ignoring plantar fasciitis may result in chronic heel pain that hinders your regular activities. If you change the way you walk to minimize plantar fasciitis pain, you might also develop foot, knee, hip or back problems.”
I don’t want it to hinder my regular activities or develop foot, knee, hip or back problems. I’ve got a world to change, there’s really no time for any of that nonsense. Instead, I have to stretch the very painful sole of my foot out multiple times daily, do exercises that loosen it up, and carry on walking normally.
That sounds simple enough, right? Wrong. I’m convinced those stretches and exercises are what they use at modern day torture camps. They make words come out of my mouth that I would be embarrassed having my grandma hear, which is quite something seeing as my Yaya is the most inappropriate person I know.
They’re AWFUL. I dread them. Every day. However, if I want to heal properly, I need to do something about it.
I can’t ignore the pain and hope it goes away. It won’t. It will continue. It will affect other areas of my body and life.
Pain is a warning sign that there is something deeper going on, and as much as we would like to ignore it, to run from it, to deny its there and pacify it with other things, the only way to get rid of it is through dealing with it.
As I was doing one of my exercises today I was thinking about how often we try to avoid dealing with the deep things in our lives, and try to pacify the pain, so we can continue to look pretty on the outside. The pain of the initial injury is hurtful enough, so we run from dealing with it properly, only hurting ourselves and others worse and in other areas.
It takes a lot of bravery to look at your injury and decide to go in and do the work necessary to fix it, well-knowing how much it will hurt. However, if we want to be brave in other areas of life, this one comes first. Brave starts on the inside and works its way out.