My plan had been to get through the day by taking frequent breaks, but once I got started, it seemed that the best course of action was to plow ahead and get as much done before I couldnít go on. I realized that, between the pain and the excessive heat, getting started again would be nearly impossible.
Sometimes I donít know exactly what to do to take care of myself, but I almost always know when not to do anything. Iím really good at that. Itís one reason my yard is so overgrown; I know when itís a bad day to do any mowing. If Iíd had any urgent outgoing mail today, I would have made my usual morning trek to the post office. I didnít, so I didnít.
This was not going to be a good day for working out anyway, what with it being 82įF at 7:00 am, and going up from there (103įF at 5:00 pm, according to my weather bug). Sometimes nature gives you such a broad hint that you canít help seeing it. This kind of clarity can save a lot of grief. If only Iíd listened to my body yesterday, before making things worse.