I am recovering from an injury. It’s nothing major: I fell incorrectly in a martial arts class and bruised my hip. Overcompensating for the soreness, I caused a flare up of a long ago planar fasciitis injury. I’m on week three of healing: lots of stretching and rest. It gets a bit better every day, but I can’t run more than a few minutes or walk more than a mile.
I should celebrate that it feels a bit better every day, but this last week has been a challenge. I’m frustrated that the healing isn’t faster, that I can’t do more. My confidence in my body and what it can do has taken a hit and I hate it.
What is it about many of us silly little humans that makes us focus on what we can’t do versus what we can?
What would Val Kilmer do? Well, Iceman would keep going with unwavering confidence. I’m not Iceman though. Not even close.
But I can clock a good Chris Knight so I’ll keep trying with as best a sense of humor as I can muster.
The Unbearable Lightness of Val Kilmer 