Friday, July 17, 2009
I am SO excited! I have been so inspired by DawnRobin and her water aerobics. She is so happy doing it, so looks forward to going again, makes holes in her busy schedule to get to her class and to do extra exercise time. Huh? Happy… exercising? This does NOT compute in the mind that once bore the title sluggard!! I looked at Dawn and said to myself: I WANT some of that!!!
As most of you know, I’m recovering from severing my toe in a treadmill accident. I had wound care (seven days a week up until the very end) for almost five months. This took place at our local rehab center, so I called them to see if perhaps they knew where any water aerobics classes might be held. I was just going to price them, dreading to learn what the cost would be. Turns out that the rehab center has a wellness program, including aquatic aerobics classes! For $25/month (with no contract involved, strictly on a month-to-month basis) they offer two, forty-five minute classes per week. WOW! If I want to upgrade later, after going from being almost completely sedentary to classes twice a week (makes my tummy flutter to just think about it!!), for $50/month they make all ten of their various classes available and offer unlimited use of the pool to swim laps or water jog, etc.
I had a decision to make. On the one hand is me, every ounce of my obese body, in a BATHING SUIT, in front of people, STRANGERS, no less, holding myself out for disdain, horror, ridicule, snickers, pointing. On the other hand is my dignity, my rather fragile feelings, my mortification and embarrassment. Is the risk worth it? CAN I withstand knowing what others will see and think and feel and say? Can I handle it when they are not expressing those things but knowing what must be in their minds? Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, and yes AGAIN. My health is worth it. Meeting my goals is worth it. I AM WORTH IT!
THANK YOU, DAWN!!!! Thank you, God, for Dawn. The number of lives that have caught the fire of her enthusiasm is untold.
There is a project called Playing for Change. They have traveled the globe in search of very talented street musicians. Tomorrow our closest friends and I (sadly, my husband will still be out at sea) are making the trek to uptown New Orleans (the Garden District as many of you heard it called post-Katrina) to hear them perform at Tipitina’s. This place has a special spot in my heart. In my junior year of high school, for my ring banquet, when all 92 of us Catholic high school girls were receiving our class rings for the following year, Gary Pike of The Letterman sang “Put Your Head on My Shoulders” to each of us. *major swoooooooooon* lol It is a very rare thing for me to go out to any kind of concert. I’ve been such a homebody. This is a very special treat for me. You can see a clip of Grandpa Elliott and some of the performance from last time they were in New Orleans here:
And you can see Grandpa Elliott performing alone and some of the beauty of my beloved city here:
If you like R&B music, browse around their episodes a bit. What an extraordinary group of talented musicians. What a grand project it is.
Thank you again for your comments yesterday. You lift my heart and make it take wing. I appreciate each of you so very much.