Baby step up, baby step down. *pant* *pant* Baby step to the side, baby step to the other side *pant* *pant* *sigh* {repeat} ... the sounds I hear myself uttering as I attempt to work out ...
After having Judah, not being able to jump back into a rigorous workout regime (for my body's best chance a full healing/recovery) was difficult but at least I knew there was an end in sight, Now that I've been given the go-ahead to give 'er, I'm finding to take things slow and peg success in small increments seems incredibly more challenging - mentally and physically!
I'm needing to stretch more. Stretching to release and bring movement to all of the small fibers that make up each muscle (that darn gluteus maximus!). I'm needing to ice the most tender muscles - which feels like them all. I'm needing to change my standing and sitting habits (that have morphed while working at a desk for 2 years)...
Much like the small tires hanging on the fence posts (photograph above), the smallest of details give something or someone flare, character, individuality. In a muscles case, the smallest of movements and attention to detail result in agility, flexibility, strength, and decreased pain. How the small things make big differences ...
"...don't you know that a little yeast leavens a whole batch of dough?"
1 Corinthians 5:6
Little things make big changes. Making my bed in the morning means (at least) one clean room. Saying a kind comment to a stranger, even if it's just 'hello', may be what you both need to brighten up your day(s). Starting my day with a simple breakfast, warming up my brain with a daily crossword, consistently spending quiet moments with God throughout the day, stretching every day, etc.
Great things are done by a series of small things brought together. ~ Vincent Van Gogh
pic pix: driving from Alberta/Montana border, Apr.2011