It’s a new week, let’s get going.
This one is good! When you are doing your planks and you feel like you won’t make it, or when you feel you just can’t do one more push-up, push on. You’ll prove that voice that says you should quit–is a liar!
In full disclosure, I haven’t been to a Zumba class since November (right before Thanksgiving). So when I went just this past Tuesday is was fun but a bit painful. The master class I took yesterday was an even greater reminder that I haven’t been working out as systematically as I’d like.
As I age I am learning that I can still pick up the dance moves quickly (yay dancers!), but I am far more winded than I’d like to be. My ramp up and recovery times are longer (in my mind I am still that 20 year old dancer…dangerous thinking I know!) At one point during the Zumba work out I thought my heart was going to stop (a bit scary) and I literally said to myself I will be so embarrassed if I pass out in this class.
So now back to the quote. The reason why I loooove it is because I greatly dislike longer ramp up and recovery times. I dislike the way I feel when I am just getting back into the swing of exercising, the soreness, the being super winded, the struggle to do things that I know I can do. So perhaps I shouldn’t keep quitting or taking super long breaks so that my body doesn’t keep feeling like it is starting over.
-Rita Rudner, Naked Beneath My Clothes
OK y’all, if this statement isn’t true, then I don’t know what is! Just having had another (over 30) birthday, I am totally on board with this phenomenon. So using the Pretty Blue philosophy, I should start expending energy on what I can change:
I can change the fact that I work out all summer and then fall off the wagon from October to January when I inevitably vow to get back in shape. (Hmm..maybe if I did a better job of planning for the back to school through Christmas blur, I wouldn’t be as stressed…)
So knowing that every woman (especially over 30) is like me, and that we can no longer fall off the horse for more than two weeks, gives me some solace and comradery. (misery loves company right?)
If I could set a timer, and say OK: I’m traveling/I’m on vacation/I’m not feeling well/It’s a holiday—BUT after two weeks the timer goes off and poof! I get it back together. (that’s always the hard part, gaining the momentum to get back on the horse, once you do, it becomes routine!) Yeah right, nice dreaming!
So I don’t know about y’all, but I’m on the look out for my timer,