Traveling Away from Pain

Nanci Arvizu
4 min readJul 30, 2018

I expected to wake up crippled every morning. What a surprise when I didn’t.

I spent a week at my mother’s, helping her clean out her husbands things.

He’d passed a while ago and she wanted my help going through the things that might be easier to give, or throw, away. Clothes mostly.

The thought of sleeping in a different bed, not having access to all my ‘injury-accessories,’ my yoga mat and foam roller for starters, made me anxious. (No, I wasn’t going to pack them and no, my mother doesn’t have any and no, I wasn’t going to buy a new set of stuff for this trip.)

Added to the knowledge I was going to be lifting boxes, going up and down stairs (a lot) and walking on slanted driveways and steps covered in slippery oak leaves. Let’s just say I was a little nervous about slipping and/or worse, hurting myself, again.

I wore my current favorite shoes, Ecco hybrids which are like a ‘wear-all-the-time’ golf shoe. I love them. Besides being super comfortable for my tender feet, they grip what ever I’m walking on like squid tentacles. I’m so glad I had these shoes. They made a big difference in keeping me upright.

The first night I stayed up late, wanting to get a lot of drawers cleaned out and boxes filled, ready to be moved into the garage the next morning. I slept maybe three hours that first night in a bed with no support. It was like sleeping in a tea cup.

Regardless, I slept hard. When my mind started connecting me to the morning, I dreaded the pain I knew was coming. But it didn’t come. Yes, I was a little stiff, just because, but I wasn’t in PAIN.

I started my day with a pre-run stretch, courtesy of my favorite app, the Peloton app. Nothing big, fifteen minutes of moving and warming up the old bod.

I spent the day doing more of the same as the day before, bending, lifting, twisting, going up and down steps, staircases and slanted and slipper surfaces. And that night, slept in that god-awful bed. I also decided that would be the last night to do that. Either I figured some space to use the…

Nanci Arvizu

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