We all need time to heal. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. We build rest right into our training cycles. We tax ourselves for three weeks. Lots of hours of shooting, skiing, running, biking, strength… I used to resist resting. I thought it would make me week. That others would be training when I wasn’t. That how could I possibly get better doing nothing!?!? Right? Well I’ve given in. I’m embracing it.
I sleep better. I can breathe and know that my body is getting stronger, my mind is getting ready for the next period of focus. The quality of my training is improving dramatically. Things are moving in the right direction, and I know this even when I feel like I’m stuck in one place. Under it all, I know it. Tough times come and go. Training is not only something I love but its my job and to be honest…I have the best job in the whole wide world.
I’m learning to listen to my body. To give it what it needs…even if that’s ice cream for lunch. Sometimes its good for the heart and soul to induldge. No guilt. No shame. I’ve got fresh air and sunshine. I’ve got good people around me. I can breathe easy because I know that I am where I am suppose to be. No control, no worry…okay minimum worry (I’m a work in progress). But I have to believe that I am going to be okay, that everything will be okay…so I might as well roll with it.
Its another gorgeous day and I’m taking my rest in stride. Tomorrow we start back up again but compared to normal weeks training will be pretty mellow. Lots of shooting looms in my future. Good things to come.