As such, I've allowed myself to indulge in some fucking delicious Hawaiian food these past few days and thoroughly enjoyed it. However, as I sat around in my Waikiki studio with a bloated belly, I knew I owed it to myself to run before my 7PM yoga class, and mannnnn... was that a hard call.
When I get bloated, I get into a state of numb laziness - the kind of lazy that perpetuates a cycle of wanting to be even lazier and lazier. I kid you not, I sat there for 30 minutes with a familiar dialogue in my head (that I've had one too many times) on whether or not to do my run. I felt gross, I felt tired, I felt like a run wouldn't get rid of my bloat and maybe I should just take a day to sleep it off.
✋Um... that's not even how it works! But the mind (in this state of lazy) is so so incredibly manipulative and plays some of the most sneeeeeeaky tricks.
This time around though, I did something different as this dialogue debated back and forth in my mind. I listened to my body.
These past 10 days, I've felt more in tune with myself spiritually and physically than I have in awhile... maybe even years. I have my dance studio to thank for that, but being here has truly unlocked my ability to listen beyond my mind and heart (two things I've solely relied on throughout my life). I thought that was enough. Nope, nope, nope. Your body needs some of that TLC as well - how I treat it, what I feed it, how I use it... ALL SO IMPORTANT.
So tonight, I listened to what my body needed and it enabled me to silence that dialogue, put on my running shoes and get out of the apartment. It was a lot of energy that I had to muster up, sure, but the moment I closed the door behind me, I already felt good.
Deciding to run the Ala Moana beach route to my yoga class, I was completely overwhelmed by what I was blessed with due to listening to my body and giving it what it needed (despite the resistance that I clearly had). I know this sounds unbelievably cheesy, but when I took a pause to run to the edge of the runway, I actually gasped out loud. The sunset was stunning.
I took a few photos and a moment later, a woman who was by herself sat on the ledge of the runway. Her silhouette made for a photo op that I couldn't resist snapping (ya'll know how I am with taking photos!) I approached her - hopefully in the most uncreepy fashion - and asked her if I could send the picture I had taken, that I was so enamored by the sunset after pushing myself to run when it was so difficult to get out of the house that I was in the most elated mood. She laughed and entered in her number. We exchanged little words - she telling me that she was out alone trying to catch the humpback whale that had been spotted so near the ocean shore and my route to yoga - and I then continued on with my run. Moments later I heard a ding on my phone and she had texted back in return:
I couldn't help but smile thinking that ironically, everything I've experienced these past 10 days has been my gift. I finished my run and yoga'd into the rest of the night feeling less bloated and with the realization that the choices I make for my body will return in the greatest rewards if I just truly listen.
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