Get up and move

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I remember sharing a hotel room with my ex-wife, and my training partner. It was a major tournament, and my partner was fighting terminal cancer. At this point, she had not shared her condition with anyone outside of her family, except for a small group of very close friends. She wanted to prove some thing about her fighting ability without any pity being a factor.

The alarm went off, and we start to get up. And heard a quiet voice coming from the other bed. She couldn’t get up. To weak, too much pain. We helped her up.  Got her slowly moving. She managed to make it to the bathroom, and change into her fighting gear. She came back out and put her arms around my shoulders, and we walked up and down the hallway for a while until she had enough strength to walk on her own. Then we headed for breakfast, and off to the hall where the competition was. She didn’t win, but she had one of her best performances ever, fighting people half her age, twice as fast as her.

I think about that when people tell me they are too tired to exercise. Too exhausted, too sore and worn out from living. The more time you take to yourself, the more rest you give yourself as reward for a hard day of sitting…the more sore you get, the more tired you get. When I have some time to myself, I want to just put my feet up and rest. I’ve worked hard, I think I need a little time to myself. A little me time. Some TV, check the internet, maybe a snack.

I want to do that, but I don’t. And I won’t. We aren’t meant to flop around and be slugs. Our bodies hate it when we do that, and fight back by making us hurt, sore, and crave terrible foods for a reward. You have to shuck that desire to sloth, and listen to your body. Get up and move. As my friend used to say, whatever is bothering you and making you feel bad isn’t going to kill you. Anytime I bitched about how tough things were, She’d be there to look at me and say “Is it gonna kill you?” No ma’am, it’s not. I will get off my lazy ass, be happy, and move.

I made it a habit to get up and move. It wasn’t easy, but the more I did it, the better I felt. The more natural it came to me. When I no longer had my friend there being my living conscious, I still had her voice reminding me to live while I still had a life to do it in. I’m sharing that voice with you now. Get up. Get out. Move. Play. Fence. Wrestle. Box. Eat good things. Live.

Always Laughing, Always Fencing. Yvonne Delory.

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