sore

I'm sore. I've done a lot of physical activity in the last few days. It's been a lot of fun, actually, so it's a good kind of sore. My first trail half marathon, kayaking in the Potomac, a scavenger hunt run (with CrossFit and other workouts built in at each stop), my first game of touch rugby since leaving Atlanta, a long ride on my bike and a swim today... The soreness is a reminder of what I've been doing to my body through all of this activity- tearing down muscle fibers only to build them back stronger. Now I just have to get enough rest to facilitate that process.

There's been a new wave of "soreness" in other areas of my life. I'm stretching out "muscles" that haven't been used in a while. I started a job this week on the side as a dietitian. It won't be super challenging and it's not in the area I'm passionate about, but I'm thankful for the opportunity to still be working as a dietitian. I'll be working with older adults and I realized on Monday that it's an even more extreme look at end of life (and by that I don't mean dying) then even what I get in the hospital. Sometimes I don't want to grow old if what I have to look forward to is what some of my patients live, day in and day out. I was in tears at one point.

Another area is in the area of operating as an independent female in DC and all that it entails. I just didn't have to deal with certain things when I was in a committed relationship. It's not that I'm not willing to, but I guess I had forgotten what comes with the territory. Sometimes I don't handle it very gracefully. Sometimes I take things all wrong. And sometimes I should go with my gut no matter what because even when I consider myself still on the "injured reserve list", it is spot on.