I often (wrongly) assume my body has no breaking point. I
tend to do as much as possible on as little sleep as necessary and ride the
promise of adrenaline and youthfulness. At times, it’s caught up with me (like,
when I was hospitalized in NJ for mono) and other times, I’ve rejuvenated
myself by sleeping for a solid 9 hours only to start the go go go cycle again.
Unfortunately, as I write this from my aunt and uncle’s
house not far from the MSP airport that I’m set to fly out of tomorrow, I feel
by throat tightening and body aching. This is a sure sign that I’ve done too
much on too little sleep and my body is begging me to slow down. As frustrating
as this is (since I’m supposed to be vacationing in T-9 hours), I’m also really
amazed at how our bodies work. It’s as if the atoms that we consist of know
what we need (rest, at times) more than we do ourselves.
And for that, I love my and appreciate my body’s awareness
of itself and the benefit I am, in turn, provided with. So, with that, I’m resigning for the night,
hoping that rest now will result in renewed health tomorrow.
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