I have learned I cannot run faster than I can walk - and I've learned that the hard way, crashing on my bike a short time after I finished cancer treatment. Yet - I think I learned pacing while undergoing chemo - there were days that my "to do" list consisted of: "get up, go to the gym, get dressed, take a nap, go from there." And rightly so, cancer treatments kicked my ass.
This lesson has been valuable, and again this morning I was reminded to pace myself. A conference in SLC began at 8:30am, and I was not there. Yet rather than be terribly anxious about being late, I enjoyedthe drive, arrived at the break, met my colleagues, did my part, listened, and left early for home. BECAUSE I COULD. And the rush rush rush that I often felt in the past is not much a part of my life any more. I hurry, I push, and I also pace.
And I have a whole lot less crashes when I do slow down - and a whole lot less messes to clean up!
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