Jan 14, 2015

I'll make this quick...

Um, yeah.  So, I'll make this quick because I am beginning to not be able to rest my arms on the keyboard.  What's wrong, you may ask? Oh, nothing's wrong per se, it's just that I finally got my body to some sort of fitness/exercise class.  And now, I am paying.  In a good way, of course.  Can't wait for tomorrow.  (literally dripping with sarcasm.)
Yeah, that's going to be me tomorrow. In a good way, of course.  (photo by driverlayer.com) 

I often wonder why it's so hard for me to get the energy up to work out.  Once I've done it, I feel great, but getting there, to the gym, a class, the reservoir.....anywhere----seems so difficult.  I know fitness is important.  I know I feel better when I move my body.  As I get older, I need to have strong bones and muscles. I literally have 19 unused personal training sessions sitting on my account at my gym. Every month, as per our agreement, Big Sky Fitness withdraws money from my checking account.  Every time I see the withdrawl, I think, "I REALLY need to get to the gym" And just like that, another month passes. I have no idea why I have built up such a solid mental block. 
It wasn't always this way.  During my mid-late twenties, I was what you'd call an obsessive exerciser.  I'd have to go to the gym and run 5 miles before I'd meet the girls for glass of wine or even go home. Lugging the gym bag every single day on the subway. Running, weights, squats, roller blades (dating myself with that one). So, everyday, without fail, I'd go to the gym, hop on a treadmill, and start running.  Warm up? Warming up was for wimps!  I needed to burn off the non-fat yogurt I had for lunch. No time for warm ups or cool downs--full tilt for the entire 45-60 minutes. Upon reflection, I am very lucky that I didn't seriously hurt myself during those years, and while I was wonderfully in shape, I still didn't think I looked good. Just goes to show you that even being so fit, unless you love and accept yourself, it doesn't really matter. (although it did make the fourth floor walk-up studio apartment more bearable) So, when that frantic pace stopped, it really stopped. I mean, decades of stop. Now that I'm older, my body can't really take the abuse I gave it throughout my twenties, but I do (in my head) still recognize the importance of keeping it moving. I am talking more movement than simply lifting a glass of chardonnay to my lips---which has been my favorite workout for years! 
Today, I went to Trifecta Body, owned by the wonderfully talented Florinda Ferguson. I've been dying to take one of her barre classes since I met her at one of my Beautycounter socials last fall.  
Trifecta Body, 240 Park Road, West Hartford, CT
But I must warn you that the studio is located above an ice cream shop.  I kid you not.

Florinda is awesome, and completely understanding and accepting of different fitness levels.  I took a class called "HandleBarre", which was a split barre/cycling class. I've never done a barre class, and the last time I took a spinning class was at the New York Sports Club on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.  (I've lived in CT for 12 years, just as a frame of reference.  Oh, and I lived in Brooklyn after the UES.  It's been a lifetime) Needless to say, I gave Florinda a heads-up that I had no idea if my body was going to make it through the class and that she may need to call 911. Barre-based classes use a combination of postures inspired by ballet and other disciplines like yoga and Pilates. The barre is used as a prop to balance while doing exercises that focus on isometric strength training (holding your body still while you contract a specific set of muscles) combined with high reps of small range-of-motion movements. (Fitness Magazine) 
I loved the mix of the barre work and then the cardio from the spinning.  It was a really nice mix for me and for once, time didn't miserably crawl by. Before I knew it, an hour had gone by.  So friends, I bought a 5 class card.  Why?  Not because I want to add it to all of the other unused, dusty, and lost class cards and memberships, but because I am going to do this.  I will most likely never achieve the level of fitness of my mid-twenties, but a lot has changed since then, including the shift of mindset.  I need to take care of my body. Not just the body that people see--but the inside, too.  What keeps me around this great show called life: the heart, the muscles, the lungs.  All of it. While I am confident that I probably won't be able to get out of my bed tomorrow, it's a good feeling. It's a reminder that I do have muscles and it if treat them right, I feel like they just might love me back. 
See you next week.  No doubt I'll be talking about the 21 day Clean Eating Cleanse that I am starting on Monday. 21 days sans Chardonnay.  (oh and dairy and a couple of other food groups) For realz.........Just to cover myself, I apologize to everyone for anything I say during that detox cleanse.  Sometimes, when I am hungry, I just.....say things. Out loud. Oopsies.  



3 comments :

  1. Good for you...it has always amazed me that exercising is as beneficial to my psyche as it is for my body... Keep writing 😎

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  2. you better get up to make it for coffee with me tomorrow!!! great for you! i'm trying to move more this year, too!!!

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