03/03/2025
Hi. đ Just in time for a February update. đ
It was a month of slowing down, adjusting, and learning to move differently. Healing hasnât been about âgetting back to normalâ but about redefining what normal even means. Some days, it looks like small victoriesâfiguring out how to set up my space so I can work comfortably đť, adapting movements to fit where I am now. Other days, it looks like stillness, listening, and accepting that progress isnât always visible in the moment. â¨
Iâve never seen injury as a setback. In yoga đ§ââď¸, we learn to stay aware, to notice the bodyâs signals instead of fighting against them. Injury isnât an interruptionâitâs a traffic cone. đ§ A quiet but clear marker that tells me where to slow down, what to avoid, and what is still open to me. It doesnât mean I stop moving. It means I move differently.
Lately, Iâve been thinking a lot about what it means to be an athleteânot in the traditional sense, but in the way movement is woven into everyday life. đď¸ââď¸ Itâs easy to believe that strength is only measured in peak performance, in how fast, how heavy, how far. But what if real strength is in the adaptation itself? In meeting the body where it is, in still choosing movement even when it looks nothing like before?
Because at the end of the day, rehab is just training in the presence of injury, isn't it? đââď¸ Movement isnât about waiting until youâre at your strongest to begin again. Itâs about showing up as you are, working with whatâs in front of you, and finding meaning in the processâlimitations and all.
To me, true sportsmanship isnât just about athleticismâitâs a mental game. đ§ You win with your mind before your body even catches up. The real test isnât whether I can perform at my peak but whether I can keep showing up, adapting, and moving forward despite the obstacles.
And so, I keep moving.
đ Whatâs a challenge youâve had to adapt to in your movement journey? Letâs talk in the comments. âŹď¸
