Monday: Be Someone's Cheerleader (even if they don't know it).
Over the past couple of years we've noticed a number of people who get out and walk in our (high trafficked) neighborhood, but there's this one guy - a big, burly (young) guy who we would see every day, with his headphones on - walking at a really good clip, up the road and back (he probably walked 2 or 3 miles). I mean, this guy was not in shape, but every day he'd push passed our windows & I would think to myself 'Good Job Man! You're Awesome!' I was just totally impressed with him - the fact that he was out there every day, clearly exercising, trying to make his life (& health) better was awe inspiring. (we still see him every once in awhile, looking leaner, I'm guessing he's changed his route).
Now, I never shouted out the window, "Good Job!" 'cuz that might be offensive or freak him out, but whenever I see ANYONE doing something good (like exercising), I always become their cheerleader, especially if it looks hard. I always tell them Good Job, whether or not they hear it. (Of course, we're usually in the car driving by). I figure the Universe hears it & maybe takes that energy where it needs to go.
Yesterday, still tired from chemo and an MRI scan, Tracy and I went for a walk. Now the thing you need to know about chemo-fatigue is that it takes EVERYthing out of you. Seemingly simple tasks (like walking to the kitchen and back) can completely do you in. So yesterday, when I went for a walk, I was only able to go a little way before my legs got all wobbly and we had to turn around. At that moment, Tracy turned to me and said, "You didn't see them, and you can't hear them, but a car full of people just drove by shouting 'Good Job!'" (I nearly cried).
Over the past couple of years we've noticed a number of people who get out and walk in our (high trafficked) neighborhood, but there's this one guy - a big, burly (young) guy who we would see every day, with his headphones on - walking at a really good clip, up the road and back (he probably walked 2 or 3 miles). I mean, this guy was not in shape, but every day he'd push passed our windows & I would think to myself 'Good Job Man! You're Awesome!' I was just totally impressed with him - the fact that he was out there every day, clearly exercising, trying to make his life (& health) better was awe inspiring. (we still see him every once in awhile, looking leaner, I'm guessing he's changed his route).
Now, I never shouted out the window, "Good Job!" 'cuz that might be offensive or freak him out, but whenever I see ANYONE doing something good (like exercising), I always become their cheerleader, especially if it looks hard. I always tell them Good Job, whether or not they hear it. (Of course, we're usually in the car driving by). I figure the Universe hears it & maybe takes that energy where it needs to go.
Yesterday, still tired from chemo and an MRI scan, Tracy and I went for a walk. Now the thing you need to know about chemo-fatigue is that it takes EVERYthing out of you. Seemingly simple tasks (like walking to the kitchen and back) can completely do you in. So yesterday, when I went for a walk, I was only able to go a little way before my legs got all wobbly and we had to turn around. At that moment, Tracy turned to me and said, "You didn't see them, and you can't hear them, but a car full of people just drove by shouting 'Good Job!'" (I nearly cried).
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