Saturday, January 12, 2013
I did go to the cardio circuit class yesterday. Moving like that for an hour is not an experience in my memory bank. The activities weren't difficult--on our feet for an hour moving, light weights, ball, resistance bands and good sixties music. It was a matter of coordinating what I was hearing and seeing with all my body parts at the same time. If I only had to march, I was fine. Expect the arms to do something specific, too? At the same time? Forget it. They had other plans.
I didn't get discouraged even when I thought I was dying (MPE-My Perceived Effort level). I kept on going. But twice I was totally uncoordinated, confused, etc. I figured out I wasn't breathing. So I stopped for water, breathed and got back into the routine.
I recovered enough, back to baseline clumsiness with arms usually doing the opposite of what they were supposed to do. I tried to say "breathe" to myself each time the trainer wanted us to count down from 8. I wondered if I counted backwards enough if I'd put myself to sleep. As I yawned, I shouted to myself, "Breathe."
The pool was next, and after the third graders cleared the locker room, I changed and went in the pool. Two other people were doing laps. They left after about 2 minutes and I had that huge pool to myself.
I stopped treading water and laid back to float, relax. Breathe. Looking up at the surrounding weather bubble, it was easy to imagine I was a very small part of the universe. (see yesterday's blog.)
Breathe. You are a part of the Universe.