I placed my FIFTH marble into my awesome mushroom jar this afternoon. A minor milestone, perhaps... but an important one for me.
Today was the day my joints conspired to try to make me give in and not exercise. And rather than take the same route I've done for years and listen... I exercised anyway.
I was all fired up because I've exercised four days in a row dozens of times. The fifth day is one of my biggest hurdles & I was ready for it today. Woke up, hopped right into my exercise outfit... and the kids needed help with school 'til lunchtime. But even that didn't stop me. Right after lunch, I pulled out the Balance Board and started up the Wii fully ready to do my 30-minutes of exercise.
Halfway through my FIRST round of Rhythm Parade, (I've been doing three) my shoulder started hurting. A LOT. I fought through to the end of the set, but just barely. I DID manage one heck of an awesome score though! See?!? Seriously - ONE step away from perfect?!? I was on FIRE! Unfortunately there was no way I was going to be able to do a second, let alone all three sets of marching because my shoulder was THROBBING now! No problem, I told myself... so long as I can do both sets of Jackknives it'll still be awesome.
Yep, the last 10 of my Jackknives caused my hips to start clicking & aching. *sigh* There was NO way I could do 30 more, when I barely got through the first 30!
This is the point where I would usually walk away. Because... well... I HURT! But my companion Arthur Ritis is here for life, and tomorrow won't make me feel any better. I KNOW this, and today I decided I've had enough. Maybe I can't do what I'd planned, but I CAN still exercise!
So today, rather than giving up and grabbing my hot-packs, I ran through the exercises and decided to give Rhythm Boxing a try. I haven't done that in awhile because the marching seems to be so much more effective, but I figured "Why NOT?!?" and started it up.
One expert & one regular level later, I'd completed 21 minutes of boxing and STILL wrapped up with my five favorite yoga stretches. That's 41 minutes of exercise... on a day when I would have otherwise given up!
I am NOT giving up... I AM going to make my goal this time! I WILL be back to my high-school weight by my 20th anniversary and WILL totally rock whatever dress I choose... in a size I haven't seen since before children! Mr. Ritis is just gonna have to deal with it, because it's time to fight back.