Under no duress from anyone, I decided to pursue exercising again, to improve flexibility and balance. I also wanted to put some structure in my life, now that I am retired, and every day looks the same. So, even though my back has been sensitive recently, I decided to go to the local gym and join a group at Zumba.
I loved the music and moving to a beat. Of course, I didn’t know half of the moves, and I promise you, I don’t have the flexibility to do some of the moves. It was painful just watching the other ladies reach over and touch the floor; all I could do was wave at the floor.
But, although I am a compact 4 feet, 11 inches, I shook what I had, maybe a little too enthusiastically! Thirty minutes in, I was wondering how long was this workout going to last. After 45 minutes, I was sweating so that I wanted to beg for it to end! But I kept shaking my groove thing with the rest of them.
These ladies were not marbled people, someone lacking in warmth or feelings, for they were kind and inviting. But, I will be asking for names again on Monday. I am good at faces, having no trouble remembering smiles and smirks. One thoughtful Asian woman in her 70s advised me to just enjoy myself and keep moving, even if I cannot follow the leader, who was the most joyful and energetic person I have encountered in a while.
All jokes aside, I felt good about getting up and getting out of the house. I have started back to my semi-recluse state, staying in the house unless I am going out with Douglas. He has pushed me to get out of the house, to go exercise or get a job, but not stay inside the house 24 hours a day.
I found that I was spending hours a day at WordPress, writing posts for the prompts and taking on many of the fictional challenges for our other blog, The Humble Word Nerd. You can get lost in the writing, and, before you know it, you have been sitting for four to six or more hours doing nothing but writing posts. I needed to find other outlets, to maximize my physical, emotional, and spiritual health.
The other aspect about writing a blog like ours is that you are often writing about painful events from the past, as you attempt to inspire and encourage people that troubles don’t last always and that we are resilient creatures. A few days of remembering the darkest moments of one’s life can lead to some depression in our spirits.
So, it’s will be Zumba on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I just had to start on Friday when hand weights are added, so, my arms are not happy campers. I used 2-pound weights, and maybe on Monday I will use 1-pound weights and work myself upward. At least half the class was my age or older, so I was not the only one holding the wall up for some of the exercises.
The social implications of Zumba and walking an hour on the treadmill with other seniors afterwards will be great for me, because as much as I spend time alone as a protective measure, I really love talking to people about their lives and hearing their stories of survival. I love hearing of their faith and how it has helped them live a fuller life. I just have to make myself get in the car three times a week and go join some beautiful women who are already taking control of their health.
I know that pain will keep me company this weekend, for I moved body parts that have not twitched in years, and those muscles get ornery and pain-filled when you start a new exercise regimen. Indeed, as I sit here writing a post today, I already feel twinges in places that I did not even know I had. But, that is the price you pay to get in shape, to hopefully live a long life filled with adventures and great times.
1 Corinthians 6:19-20 states, “Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.” For me, I have an obligation to be as healthy as possible, not just praying for good health, but actively participating in making it a reality.