A lot of us think of rest as a negative thing; an unproductive ebb in our daily grind that we’re forced to take when we’re completely exhausted. We hate resting. We loathe rest days. We deny ourselves this beautiful aspect of life in the name of productivity, hustle, and progress.
The truth is that we desperately need to rest. Rest allows our muscles, minds, and spirits to replenish themselves and rev up to a higher level of badassery. The best get their rest, with no qualms about it.
Last week I got a gnarly sinus infection; I couldn’t run, surf, or even lift my head off the pillow for more than half an hour. I was in the grips of prepping for my very first half marathon this Sunday (yay!) and was horrified by my inability to work out. All I could think was that my hard work was SO. TOTALLY. RUINED.
With much protest, I did the only thing I could do: I rested. In fact, I slept for the better part of four days straight and had no clue what day it was or what was going on in the world when I woke up.
And it felt absolutely amazing.
Not only was I physically recovered, but I felt replenished mentally, emotionally and spiritually. Concern for the short term small stuff had faded away, and I was able to look at my life with a fresh & clear perspective. I’m still nervous for my race, of course, but I’m not stressing about it in any way shape or form. I’ll simply do my best, and with a deeper confidence than I thought to be possible.