"Love your pain."
She meant: don't turn away, don't lose yourself by avoiding pain with whatever: booze, fried food. Pain is where healing comes from; I think that's what she meant, anyway.
It certainly applied to today's long hike ... with many stops going uphill, as my out-of-shape hips eventually screamed distress and my lungs chimed in: "PLEASE stop!" My hiking partner (and coach), Barb, said something profound at that point: "There are some things you can't fix much, no matter how hard you try. But fitness is always your choice." Amen to that.
Love the pain. Love the pain. Love the pain.
Love your frailties (same friend said that). Love your frailties. Love your frailties.
At least until I can get back to the car, air conditioning (midst of a heat-wave right now), and a nearby iced coffee.
Fitness? You might hate doing it. But you love yourself again when it's done.