I wish I could push myself to the extreme the way I did without worry in my twenties. That’s one of the hardest parts about aging. I used to walk long distances and swim countless laps in the University pool. I was also working at the time.
But now I have to be so cautious. My knees especially are not too good so even if my heart wants to, my body can’t. You can only go 70% perhaps and need to hold yourself back. And you learn from sprains and such that put you out of commission for a while.
I’ve definitely come a long way since chemo though. From a state of being bloated on steroids and muscle atrophy. The atrophy was so bad that I couldn’t even climb up a flight of stairs without help.
I’m hoping to just reach more of my potential.
Decided to just do mini posts whenever I feel like it. I like looking back on what I’ve written years on. It gives me perspective.
