I worship my body. I took care of it from an early age and was aware that a healthy body was the key to sucking the nectar out of life. From my late teens — almost 40 years ago — to now, I kept it lean and mean.
I ran marathons, biked continents, climbed glaciers, walked across states, sailed oceans, explored reefs, floated myself into a pretzel on the yoga mat, never drank, never smoked, never took drugs. If the the sun is down so am I. I even floss regularly. I have monk-like discipline in pursuit of endless vitality.
My last feat was completing the primary series of the Ashtanga yoga system. It was a Saturday and I practiced 90 minutes non-stop on the yoga mat feeling invincible. And on Sunday I herniated a disk while rowing and my world came crashing down. I could barely get out of the boat and after 2 months I have not bounced back. This time my body cracked and I need to learn how to put it back together.
I sense that I’m about to embark on a long journey back to vitality. I have all the tools that I need. The ones I’m taking out first are: vision, discipline openness and belief in myself.
Let’s see what happens….