Wednesday Word: Patience.

May I have a Wednesday Word with you? That word is “patience,” a virtue we all need to practice.

Including me.

I planned to blog on March 1, and share this picture.


The fabulous followup to my December 1 class.

The blog post was to be an update for the “Now Year’s Resolutions” challenge (not “new”) I issued to my cycle class.

I blogged about it on December 1. I challenged my class members that day to think of one small aspect of their lives that they wanted to change, and to commit to writing down the change and taking steps to achieve it, instead of waiting until New Year’s Day to do so.

Little did they know that I planned to follow-up with them and ask them about their progress on March 1.

That class was an awesome one. I was well-pleased with the level of effort they displayed. It was a challenging class with new music and routines, and they didn’t miss a beat. Most of all, I was very impressed with the individual changes they had made since December 1. I walked out of the gym with a bigger-than-normal smile on my face. Since I was feeling so good, I decided to do a bit of a yoga before starting the work day.

Little did I know–as I tried to move from chaturanga into an upward-facing dog–that my left ankle would have other plans.

My ankle hurt immediately. I couldn’t hold the pose. And I knew I couldn’t ignore the pain. It had to be examined.

I would end the day with a diagnosis of Achilles tendinitis and equinus–and with a brand new boot.


Fresh from the doctor’s office, wearing my oh-so-stylish boot.


Sidelined. Just like that.

No teaching. No working out, except for the upper body. In fact, my doctor advised me to limit walking as much as possible in order to heal.

I will be honest with you. It feels positively wretched to be separated from my class, and my exercise routines. It’s been several years since I’ve been separated from my bike for an extended period of time. I miss the awesome women and men who attend my class. And I must admit that not working out makes me feel a bit antsy and restless.

But then I remember to practice patience. Or, more to the point: I have no choice but to practice patience, so I might as well quit whining about circumstances I can’t change.

Patience gives us the gift of resilience, and the opportunity to show gratitude.

And that’s the first lesson: Sometimes we must adjust to a new reality. Injuries and illnesses happen to all of us. That’s just a fact of life.

Second, I’ve found even more empathy for people who may be differently-abled. I had to rethink my routines: how I commuted and ran errands and did chores. I also approach stairs differently as well. In short: Don’t take mobility for granted.

Third, and most importantly: We can always exercise, even if doesn’t feel like we’re doing so in its full expression. I can be seated and work my upper body. I can do sit ups. And I can do chair yoga.

Patience gives us the gift of resilience, and the opportunity to show gratitude–if we choose to accept it as a gift and an opportunity.

I’m not saying that the unexpected won’t leave you feeling annoyed or frustrated or bummed. I will freely admit that I feel that way at times.

But I choose to see this time as an opportunity to practice patience in a more meaningful way.

And that’s your Wednesday Word.


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