On January 6th, I started my journey back into a more physical life.
- It was my first belly dance class.
- I had a lot of fun.
- And could barely walk from my car to the front door when I got home.
Two weeks later, I added working out with my trainer twice a week into the loop.
- While very kind, she works me hard.
- Most days it’s been a lot of fun.
- And, unfortunately, most days could barely walk from my car to the front door when I got home.
I spent a lot of January sleeping.
- My body was in a state of shock.
- How could I try to shed my beloved couch potato lifestyle?
- It was so much easier to do nothing!
My muscles drained my brain.
- I often felt like I was thinking through a vat of thick mud.
- Everything took massive effort.
- Even things that should be easy for me to do.
I knew in my heart of hearts, I was on the right path.
- This was just the really painful part of the initiation.
- One day it would lift.
- (One day could not come soon enough!)
Yesterday, I was about to leave to run an errand.
- Realized I left my purse in my office.
- On the second floor.
- I thought about asking James to get it – as I had done so many times over the last few years.
Instead I just zipped up the steps myself.
- Then it hit me!
- I was zipping!
- My feet were moving much faster than my usual trudge.
It was fairly effortless.
- I was in such shock, I almost fell back down the stairs.
- Thankfully I caught myself and let out a big cheer!
- Phase 1 of “More Active Cynthia” is complete!
I’ve got a long ways to go before I reach the fitness level I want to make my norm.
- And that’s okay.
- Today I’m celebrating survival.
- And zipping up stairs!
How do you celebrate the small successes in your life?
Can you imagine ME as the Kayak Queen?
- James, my husband, enjoys swimming open water races.
- He keeps swimming longer and longer races.
- Has been doing a 10K open water race for a few years now.
Yesterday he found a race that’s in one of our favorite places.
- It too is a 10K.
- Would be swimming in the Gulf of Mexico.
- And requires he have a pilot kayaking along side him.
James left for a meeting and I started thinking.
- What if I trained to be his pilot?
- Would it be fun?
- Could I train enough to be easy for me to do?
I have never been on a kayak in my life.
- However found out we can rent kayaks in Ann Arbor.
- And they have some regular longer distance events that I can practice with.
- I’m hoping they might offer lessons in the spring too – but there’s always YouTube.
I started to buzz with excitement.
- Imagine me able to kayak for a 10K!
- I texted my trainer to make sure it was sort of realistic.
- Ran it past a friend to see what I was missing.
By the time James got home from his meeting, I had a rough plan of action.
- The look on his face when I shared it was precious.
- Shock is a pretty accurate descriptor.
- (He knew when he married me I was not and am NOT boring!)
Today, I’m even more excited – and in a bit of wonderment.
- Wondering what I’m thinking about doing!
- If I become the Kayak Queen needed to support James in his race, my life will need to change drastically
- How do I keep my life infused with fun while training for such a big physical challenge?
James signs up for the race at the end of the week.
- He’s going to request a pilot to be provided.
- That takes the pressure off me. (What if I don’t like it?)
- And leaves me room to be as outrageous as I want to be as I train.
My fantasy is to look amazing and be strong as heck as I step into the role as his pilot in November.
- As Kayak Queen, I’ll be adding some style to James’ race.
- James likes to wear colorful swim suits.
- Perhaps I’ll wear a tiara to add some bling to the team.
How do you keep the fun in your big stretches?
And I didn’t get married today!
Growing up, I often heard the best day of a woman’s life was the day she got married.
- Brides were beautiful.
- Princesses dressed in gorgeous dresses.
- People gave gifts – and the bride got a husband!
After I got married, I started to worry.
- Was that it for me as a woman?
- If I didn’t have kids did I only get one best day of my life?
- It was rather depressing to think about.
Fast forward to a little over a month ago.
- I started to do Morning Pages. (I’ve never studied Julia Cameron; however know she is the concept creator.)
- Every morning I dumped whatever was in my head onto three pages.
- It was great way to release mind worms, worries and more.
After a while, I didn’t have as much of that stuff to write about.
- I didn’t want to turn it into a journal about what I did the day before.
- So I decided to write about my future.
- As if it already happened.
Every morning has become a leap into potential for me.
- After I do any dumping – yes, sometimes it’s still there.
- Or work through an issue that needs some attention.
- I totally enjoy raving about how wonderful my successes have been – even though I haven’t done them yet.
This practice has juiced my imagination.
- I can try on different scenarios.
- Claim all sorts of bold things for myself.
- And start my day on quite a high.
Last week, I started to end every morning page session with “This is the best day of my life!!!”
- I giggle every morning as I break the rule about weddings.
- And find myself looking for proof about how amazing my day is.
- Interestingly, I’ve been having some unexpected and fabulous experiences – sort of out of the blue.
Are my Morning Pages and my bold closing about the best day ever causing the bounty of joy coming my way?
- I have no idea.
- However, Mama didn’t raise a fool.
- I’m going to keep writing every morning just in case it is.
How do you make every day the best day of your life?