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Limits are not Bad

Everyone has limits. You just have to learn what your own limits are and deal with them accordingly. –Nolan Ryan

A few years ago I was working out regularly with a personal trainer. Before that I’d been working out forever on my own and hadn’t seen any noticeable results in some time. With that, I thought that a trainer was the way to go. I won’t bore you with the details, but fast forward to the moment when I had the first signs of back pain…apparently the result of bad form and exercises I shouldn’t be doing. Money well spent, eh?

Since then, the trainer is history and I’ve been seeing a chiropractor who has done me a world of good. In fact, I saw her recently and we chatted about how great I feel. Until the other day. I was tired but pushed myself through a workout anyway.

Fatigued, I lost my form and hurt my back. But the only person I have to blame this time is myself. Apparently the fact that I’m not invincible seems to elude me. So I take this as a lesson in learning to a) acknowledge that there are limits and b) accept mine. To have done so would mean I would have foregone the workout and saved myself from getting hurt.

In a battle between my body and my mind, my mind will always win. I remind myself that to have limits is to be human. To adapt to circumstance to is to survive. To rest is to heal so that we can continue all the things we enjoy for a long time.

But to accept this is a battle. We are taught to push our limits, and that accepting limitations is akin to failure, or at the very least giving up. I was amused when searching for a quote or image to accompany this post, that it was difficult to find something in support of accepting limits. It's no wonder it's a struggle.

Google affirms that “no limits” is the way to be.
But my body tells me I do have limits, despite what we are told to aspire to. And that is not bad. It’s just plain human. I am learning slowly…sometimes the hard way.


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