I slipped, fell and I got a concussion. That hurt my head. 5 weeks (and counting) of not being allowed to work out. That rocked my world. I felt ashamed that it had such an impact on my confidence, my sense of identity and my self-esteem. It has only recently occurred to me that perhaps others feel the same when, for whatever reason, exercise is not an option. So I am jumping off a bridge...taking a risk by giving voice to my fears, insecurities and doubts, so that they may be lessened and someone in a similar situation will know they are not alone. I have found that connection is what makes my life rewarding.
This is why I have decided to start a blog. It will take courage as I share what these last few weeks have been for me...even the not so pretty bits. And it will chronicle the journey back to fitness once I have been medically cleared to do so. I want to examine what it is when life throws up a detour or a road block. I hope you will come along for the ride, and perhaps consider joining me in the fitness challenge when I am able to get back in the game.