on the path past bonk city

and the wisdom of a dink

Despite my best attempts to leave the therapy world behind, the therapy world won’t let me go.

People keep booking with me.

They pay me despite the fact that I continue to learn more from my clients than they do from me.

Take my recent walk on 26 for example. My client confessed to being more of a slow twitch endurance athlete - rather than someone who loves the adrenaline that comes with flying downhill through the trees.

I confessed that though that wasn’t my natural inclination, I was working on my endurance.

I’m trying to figure out how to either beat back or get over the bonk.

She stopped cold and glared at me like most do when I say something really stupid.

Well, that’s easy. When you hit your lows, just be patient there. Be patient with your lows and eventually you’ll get your second wind.

I needed to hear that.

Evidently, she did too.

Remember that the next time you and your hubby are in a rough patch. It’s a marathon, not a sprint you dink.

I don’t think she liked being called a dink.

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