The internet has taught us that the fox says … 

Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!

Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!

Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!

WHAT THE FOX SAY?

Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!

Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!

Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!

WHAT THE FOX SAY?

Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!

Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!

Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!

WHAT THE FOX SAY?

Joff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!

Joff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!

Joff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!

WHAT THE FOX SAY?

But the internet neglected to mention that my foot was talking to me. Ye olde foot has been hurting for a few months. 

I am from a long line of people who believe that walking a mile with a broken leg is the most logical solution. With the bone sticking out. 

I thought I was aware of my tendency to do that. I thought I was getting so super good at listening to my body. Well, hahahahahasob.

So maybe I walked three miles yesterday with a hurting foot. There was no bone sticking out, so it made sense at the time. And maybe three miles was a bit much. Possibly. An atom of potential overdoing it.

But I have no reference point of any actual injury. There is nothing visibly swollen, bruised, stapled, spindled, or mutilated. 

What is this nonsense of having an injury I can’t see? And, oh by the way, it is the SECOND such injury. The other pain site is my left wrist. So, apparently, my physical temple is telling me I can’t write; I can’t walk; I can’t run. I do not like this. Very much not like it, do I.

The other part of this is I am in the middle of 30 days of exercise. Today is the 17th day. I committed to a kaizen exercise routine of at least 3 minutes per day exercising outside for 30 days in a row. 

Honestly! 

I suppose exasperation isn’t actually the mindful awareness response I’m going for. Just goes to show that attitudinal habits can be so deeply ingrained that we aren’t even always aware of how much we are living out of that lack of awareness. 

Perhaps I have been pushing myself too hard for too long. Perhaps *cough, duh* maybe I have. But what am I supposed to do with a foot that doesn’t want to walk and a hand that doesn’t want to write? Those are two activities I need and want and enjoy and are part of what I do when I am thriving. 

I guess I’m about to find out. I always said I have a high pain tolerance, but maybe it’s just I have learned to ignore pain, at my peril, I’d say. Thank you, The Universe, for continuing to bring these things to my attention and continuing to try to GET my attention when I am distracted. I’m listening.