Several years ago, I remember having a conversation with my brother about pain tolerance. He told me I had a low tolerance for pain and boy, was I offended. Now that I think back at it…being offended kind of proved his point!
I sit here with some aches and pains from yesterday’s race. Funny, just like in life, it seems that the aches and pains in your muscles sometimes come way after the very thing that caused the pain. And just like in life, you can manage the pain in a healthy way, or run from the pain by not engaging in the thing that caused it.
Part of this journey is to learn how to tolerate the pain in my life in a healthy way. Not to pretend it’s not there. Not to stop doing the things that may have caused it (if the things that caused it are good for me like exercise). And definitely not to pop a pill (or in my case, eat a burger,) to mask that the pain exists.
There are going to be aches and pains as I push my body past the point its use to. There’s going to be aches and pains when I don’t get to eat what everyone else is eating or what I feel like eating because I’ve had a bad day. But the more that I learn to manage that pain, and keep pressing on, the stronger I feel that I will be able to manage the next ache thrown my way.