Inspired to Fight

Is it acceptable to be angry at a virus? Like, to actually want to throw hands? If you said no, too bad, I chose violence anyway. I laid in bed when I woke up and just punched the air all around my face, imagining all the tiny Covid particles getting their tiny butts obliterated. Yes, I know it doesn’t work that way, but it’s how I coped with waking up with my head feeling like it would burst. Thankfully, the pressure started letting up pretty quickly after getting out of bed.

My uncle passed last night. He was only 72, but decades of mistreating his body took a heavy toll on him. 12 years ago, he was given 6 months to live and by God, he showed those doctors. Dean was a man’s man, 6’2” and burly. I remember the first time my husband met him; we came home, and he said “I don’t even feel like a man anymore. That’s a man.” I laughed so hard. My husband’s friends from New York came down a couple years later and had the pleasure of meeting him and the sentiment was the same among them; they felt like children meeting a superhero. He was a true fighter. His grit and constitution were intimidating until you realized his heart was made of gold. My Pop (his brother) is much the same, just a shorter, scrappier version. I’m grateful for the lessons of strength, courage and sheer determination I learned from Dean Rose. I know his journey in the heavens, pain free and joyous, is a beautiful one.

Today, I’m even more inspired to fight for my health. To show myself. To show the doctors. To show you all. I got grit— nothing compared to him, but I can aspire to it! No matter what obstacles you’re facing with your health, wealth, or family, you can choose grit. We can’t always change or fix our circumstances, but we can choose strength and courage. We can’t always choose our battles, but we can choose to fight rather than cower or succumb. Be a fighter, a warrior!

I got out of the house this morning, just for fresh air and coffee (contactless pickup, don’t worry). I laid the seat back and did a few minutes of core work, just to remind the muscles that I expect them to keep working. I tried to take a proper picture, but the flash kept making me sneeze, so this was the best I could do with my sinuses burning at the light.