Saturday, March 31, 2012
So I have a cut on my forehead and stiff legs but I could care less. Really. All I can seem to think about is hmm, its too late to go outside to practice...maybe I could move the couch?
I can't remember the last time I was finding excuses to actually do something that is exercise. Sure, its not high-cardio but I feel it in my core and my legs and my arms...lol basically all over. The successes outweigh any failures. Its the only thing that I've done where failing just makes me more determined. You should have seen my face when I figured out the movement after three days of about an hour each day. I was like...really? I'm doing this? REALLY?! with my, ahem, generous waist and ample hips, I can keep a hoop up?
I had this silly grin on my face the entire time. I'm experimenting, getting better, and feeling things click in a way that I haven't previously. What an amazing decision. Even with the knee, the fall off the wagon, I'm feeling...blessed? Something. Its a warm, positive feeling. I hope I can keep a hold on it because it feels fabulous.
Here's to starting off with the right foot forward, and a smile that still keeps drifting across my face.