There are ninety-five days left in the year. I’m making a vow to myself and my body to make them ninety-five days of movement.
Four years ago, I started taking yoga classes. Yoga saved me. During the lowest time of my life, yoga was my safe haven.
In 2011, things changed and I couldn’t make it to as many yoga classes. So I started walking. And then I started running. In September 2011, I walked and ran my first 5K. I finished. Last. But last beats the quitters behind me who stopped. Even the quitters beat all those who didn’t start at all.
I walked or ran two 5Ks last year. I kept running until November, when I fell and threw my hips out of alignment.
This year, I’ve struggled to get back into my groove. The yoga studio closed while Carrie uses all of her energy to beat cancer. There is a yoga class I take on Saturday mornings, when I’m home. And healthy. I haven’t been since…when? August? Maybe July?
The last time I ran was the night before Nature Boy got mad, ran down the stairs, jumped over the gate and got bitten by my Rocky dog. It was one of those hot, late night runs that sustained me through 2011 and mostly eluded me in 2012. A slow, hot mile in shorts and a sports bra. Nobody out but me and the moon.
After that, I went to bed each night thinking, “I’m too tired. I’ll run in the morning.” And every morning, I’d wake up thinking, “I’m too tired. I’ll run in the evening.”
There are ninety-five days left of this year, and I’m done with excuses. I’m going to fill those ninety-five days with movement. If I’m too tired to run, I’ll walk. If I’m too tired to walk, I’ll ride my beach bike. If it’s too rainy to go outside, I’ll go to my yoga room and pretend that Carrie is there to push me to hold that position just a little longer. Breathe just a little harder.
Between my birthday and the end of the year is when most people put on weight each year. Between Halloween candy, Thanksgiving feasts and Christmas goodies, it’s a challenge to get through the year without plumping up like that Thanksgiving turkey.
I used to say I dieted and exercised to get my old body back. I’ve changed my goal. I don’t want my 25-year-old body anymore. I want a different body. A better one. One that is soft yet firm. Toned and healthy. Lungs that can fill me with oxygen. Heart that beats strong and sure. Legs that carry me to the finish line. Arms that hold me in a handstand. That’s the body I want to walk into 2013.
Move with me! Let’s end 2012 in triumph and start 2013 in the best shape of our lives!