…that question was asked of me on Friday morning as I mopped up the 3-foot radial area of where I’d just finished a Jazzercise workout.
“Nah, it’s just me,” I replied. I was dripping from head to toe and didn’t want anyone from the next class to slip and break a bone because of me. We laughed and I left the studio, feeling accomplished and strong.
After being sorta sick for a few years and really sick for the last two, it hit me. I haven’t felt STRONG for eons. So here’s another tribute to the program that brought me here (along with my own steely and steadfast determination, and a return to lowcarb life):
It has been 6 months or so since my friend Nancy invited me to join her at the fabulous “Mills/50” Jazzercise Studio in Orlando. I have powered through 63 classes so far. I haven’t had to stop to suck on that blasted asthma inhaler once. I don’t care how tough this workout is; even when I’m switching from doing the regular choreography to a march-
(which I still do occasionally, just because combining performing the steps with the actual brainwork necessary to do so can stress me into a little chest constriction, ha)
(because I may be a musician but I am most assuredly not a dancer)
(and because splitting a beat when gasping for air isn’t pretty)
-I am moving. It is a triumph; those of you who knew me before these chronic conditions took up residence in this body know just how much it means.
So to Laura and Teri, thanks for the encouragement and advice. To the Katies, Kim, Christine, and Bernadette, whose classes I seem to land in most often, thanks for inspiring me to get through every class and for making it so much damn fun.
To the women I’ve met at the studio-Jane, Carrie, Gwen. Kate, Lisa, Shelley, Robin, Leslie, and those whose names I’ve yet to learn-I appreciate your example and your encouragement. Helen, I’m always so happy to see you because you bring such happy energy (I’ve never known anybody who could smile through a whole workout until now) to a class.
Penny, I already knew you but I’m glad to think of you as a workout buddy now!
Nancy, thanks for the simple invite and that first class that put me on the path back to me.
(Judi Sheppard Missett, wherever you may be, thanks to you for inventing this workout)
(Disclaimer: other than my regular workouts and eternal gratitude, I am not affiliated with Jazzercise, nor do I profit from expressing said gratitude)
Peace, friends -and continued becoming–
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Water bottle exploding – that’s funny. just want to say that you are an inspiration. I don’t want to sound corny but I love your dedication to so many things and people – and now I am so glad that you have found this form of exercise that lets you do it and feel good and do something just for you. Hope you had a little down time and now it’s back to school and “your” kids. Love you, Mom
Aw, thanks, Mom; love you too!
This is such a wonderful praise report! You have a grateful heart, and for that reason, I’m so glad I stopped by to visit. 🙂
Thank you, Michelle! I’m glad we’ve ‘met,’ through our blogs!
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I’m so glad our paths have crossed in the blogosphere. 🙂