The human body is a perfect machine. It may sound like a cliché but it's reality. We operate as Swiss watches, with startling accuracy, we adapt to the circumstances in an incredible way, we able to face any challenge and we also have an infinite resistance that goes far beyond what we ourselves believe.
live day to day hectic: work outside the home, indoors, take care of our children, playing sports, we take time to see her friends, we, we, we drink more than usual, eat worse than it should ... and that is our body, holding the stretch. But sometimes stands and says "up here."
live day to day hectic: work outside the home, indoors, take care of our children, playing sports, we take time to see her friends, we, we, we drink more than usual, eat worse than it should ... and that is our body, holding the stretch. But sometimes stands and says "up here."
a couple of weeks ago my battered little body gave me a touch. If I could speak, would have had a conversation like this:
Eh, man, is it that you want to kill me or what? What, you do not hear me?
Eh, man, is it that you want to kill me or what? What, you do not hear me?
Well, can I come with wanderings at this point?
Let's see, hopscotch, I know that with you at the end of the world but at least respect my rest and feed me what I deserve, right?
Ains, you are a heavy ... that have to be running light ... then you / I am sorry your ass
Okay, okay, do what you want but I declare myself officially on strike, you know, like unions, as the gringos ... You'll
bastard! I have two months to the race ...
And, indeed, was planted. It seemed like I had sucked the blood and energy. If even the told me "Oh, give me a little pain to see you like ... look like a bird ". And, of course, I went to the doctor because they carburized. Is the diagnosis? Gastroenteritis and anemia (although you know that thanks to the Internet suffered other ills) and nose that I had to stop. I went on vacation and I started to relax. Zero sport and care.
My battered little body began to respond to stimuli but we were still in negotiations and not to abandon the strike ended. So I gave, I gave him what he wanted: lentils, pasta, liver (puajjj), everything that regained its normal activity.
I went to run slowly, always waiting for his reaction, sensitive to their signals. And he answered! On Sunday I managed to reach ten miles, so I released endorphins from mile ten was smiling. People looked at me like I was crazy. Okay, okay, I know that some of you I am. According to him, besides insanity is "stubborn Gipuzkoa. And Navarre, I might add, which is even worse.
But hey, I'm happy because it seems my body and I have reached an agreement. I listen and care and he will not let me roll just a month after the Behobia-San Sebastian.
PS: Today is World Day of breast cancer. This post is dedicated to all women who are in battle and those who have already won, because they more than anyone know the meaning of the word OVERCOMING .
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