Move It!

I can move it. And I am.

Being able to move is reason alone to move. Before surgery I avoided moving. I knew this wasn't the way life used to be or should be, but moving had just become, inconvenient. It wasn't easy, it wasn't fun. I sweated, I panted. I didn't like the thought of anyone seeing the mass in motion.

On Tuesday my sister treated me to a NIA class. A combination of free dance, yoga, martial arts, isometrics and motion. It was fun, it was carefree, it was (eek!) exercise. Wednesday and Thursday I felt sore muscles in amazing places. I felt tired, but also exhilirated. Exercise as it should be.

But it's easy to say that when you are not overweight, isn't it? So I write this lest I forget some 5-10 years from now how much fun it is and how significant that is.

I wouldn't have dreamed at jumping at the chance to take this class in the past. Sure there were times in my life I was fit and eager, but they were not recent and not the norm. My sister has been a long-time devotee of NIA and so I had been hearing about it for years. Having the chance to spend a leisurely day with her and partake was just too tempting to miss. I had to do it, I wanted it!

I still love yoga, for the meditation and the physical development. But maybe, just maybe, I don't need to be so...cautious...anymore.