“So, have you recovered from fitness?” He asked.
The question sort of stunned me…
I had stopped competing, but had I “recovered”?
Part of me still felt like I was competing.
Competing for what, I wasn’t sure.
There were still so many questions I didn’t know the answers to…
What was next?
Was I still relevant?
What would happen if I relaxed?
What would happen if I eased off on my regimens?
Did people still look up to me?
In a sense, I was still covering up the holes that competing put a bandaid over for so long…
That’s when my journey inward began.