confessional
“oh lord, forgive me, it has been 2 weeks since i did any traditional exercise.”
i got to tai chi early this morning, as is my usual habit, plugged my handy dandy green ipod in my ears, and pink and i started to jog. keep in mind, a week ago, i was good & laid up from schlepping all the shed spring cleaning stuff out to the curb for pick up. so last weekend, i didn’t go to tai chi, in order to rest my poor screaming muscles. i didn’t go to the gym all week either, so that adds up to just about 2 weeks of no “exercise” (though, i worked my muscles plenty hauling everything).
after a couple of laps jogging, my legs and lungs decided it was back to a walk. then another great pink song came on, and i couldn’t help myself – i was off running again. the lungs won. i’m simply not a runner. i slowed down, walked it off, and stretched. a 10 minute meditation later and i was in class, warming up to do tai chi. we do these nice slow walks to get our balance in order and make sure we are stepping correctly for the form. my thighs and calves started swearing and screaming and generally making it very difficult to think about anything else.
needless to say, my form was sloppy, weak, tired, and generally crap – but i did it! and damnit, it felt good to do it. now that i’m only going to tai chi once a week, i always leave my saturday class feeling great. i get in the car, and while i’m driving, i say to myself, “i should make it a point to do that more often during the week.” i make a resolution to do the form in the morning, or at lunch, or after work. i make a promise to myself that i’ll sit and meditate at least 10 minutes every day. i am resolute!
of course, monday comes and i drag myself out of bed, plod to the shower, race to get ready, work, come home, and collapse. sometimes i go to the gym in the evenings… but i don’t do tai chi. i don’t meditate. i conveniently forget those promises until the next trip in the car after a wonderful class where again i renew those vows.
.:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.
