Trying to navigate the road to happiness has been fraught with bumps and aggravation. There have been times of extreme happiness and times of extreme exhaustion and loneliness. Though, who's life isn't I guess? It just seems harder sometimes when it is your life that is throwing grenades in the way.
During the first forty days of this project, I realized that I am a bit angry about life and just need some physical movement to improve the mood. To that end, I signed up for the Adult Jazz class that I attend on Fridays. It is a hoot and especially on the days that I do not want to go I feel better. And the best part? I lost eight pounds without really trying. OK, I tried a little bit, but it was easy. Take that back, it was hard work each Friday, but it was not disruptive to my day to day life.
Then, at a school function, I won a five week boot camp with a friend. Yesterday began my foray into a previously, and still, scary zone. The military scares me. They break you down to build you up. There are tons of men and women out there in the military and I totally respect you. Thank you for all the sacrifices you are giving your nations. That said, it has never been my thing.
About 11 years ago, my husband and I decided to try boot camp at our gym. We made it exactly 15 minutes. I could not keep up with the psycho teacher and she just plain scared me. I ran away. There is only one other thing I have run away from in life, and that makes the second. So there, now you know I ran away from two things in my life (not bad for 38 years, right?)
Anyway, those two things were:
1. The US Foreign Service Examination (I walked in the auditorium, and I walked out... no idea why or anything. There went my dreams to serve in the diplomatic corp in a moment of insanity.)
2. Boot Camp at a gym in Boston (purely scared and a chicken)
Now, fast forward to last month: at the school function, I spied the boot camp. I excitedly bid on it with a friend and we outbid others to win it! Then I confidently signed up and with butterflies in my stomach and the back bone of an amoeba, shakily drove to the boot camp rendezvous. I was feeling like slime on the floor. Then, to top it off, I had to be weighed in front of 23 others!!! And then my BMI was checked. This was about the last straw. I wanted to run away. But I learned something over the course of training for the half marathon in 2009. I can do anything. Maybe not fast, maybe as slow as molasses, but I can finish. So, I just hung in there, out of breath and sore as can be last night.
As I told my friend this morning, we can handle anything for one hour and if we can't keep up, oh well. They can just kick us out. :)
For some reason this song is stuck in my head, so I share it and hope others are having an easier time with this thing called exercise!
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