I’m seriously not a New Years Resolution kind of girl, but definitely like to set goals… and preferably ones I know I can achieve.
One year, it was Eat Slower. Being a bit of an inhaler of food, that was a good one… and I’m much better at it now.
Another time, it was Do Something you Love, so I took up singing lessons. (I clearly note the distinction here between What you Love and not What You’re Good At!) See, it’s not epic like Do Base Camp or go Diving with Whale Sharks… they’ll come later! They’re on the To Do List, but can hardly be considered Resolutions!
At the start of this year, I decided Move More was achievable.
I HATE exercise… and I’ve tried a lot… I don’t like to sweat and I’d probably only run if I was being chased…with an axe!
I’ve never had an endorphin rush in my life from working out and certainly have never felt that I’d improved my life by struggling through a personal training workout or gym session, and truly, I’ve tried!
A woman told me today she feels ‘holier than thou’ when she’s worked out in the morning, meaning she can go enjoy the rest of her day knowing she’s already done herself a whole lotta good. I guess I get that!
And I have persevered in trying to find something, anything that I don’t mind doing and may have just finally found what does the trick!
Well, I’ve been going for 8-9 months now, so that’s pretty epic for me.
A girlfriend asked if I’d try Deep Water Running with her and like you, I immediately said ‘what’s that?’
Basically, it consists of pretend running, cycling and cross-country skiing your way up and down an Olympic sized swimming pool with a few other exercises thrown in and trying to ensure your buoyancy belt doesn’t ride up under your boobs or armpits for much of the time to blaring music while being told what to do by your perky instructor for an hour.
The weightlessness is completely brilliant for anyone who has ever had an injury, dodgy hip or a bad knee. Consequently, I’m one of the youngest in the class of gorgeous old chooks and a few brave men… and quite considerably too. Bless!
(I rarely admit to having had three compressed discs in my lower back these days as it totally ages me… and it also means that cobra pose in yoga is totally out of the question.) Usually now, you’ll find me on Saturday and Sunday mornings at the local pool in my cozzie and ready to jump in with anywhere between 15 and 35 regulars, weather dependent.
It’s a bit of a social outing for many and you’ll be pleased to know that oversized sunglasses and floppy hats are out in full force! As is hot pink or red lippy (occasionally running into the wrinkles,) tennis visors, serviceable caps and some who, bless them, thought it was an Easter bonnet parade.
Apparently even chewing? smacking? gum open mouthed for the hour is also completely acceptable. As you see, anything goes!
Nearly all appears serene on the surface as we leisurely coast up and down, sticking diligently to the left of the lane. Underneath however, there’s a frenzy of frenetic activity as our legs and arms pump, shuffle, scoot and paddle us up and down.
My freckle to flesh ratio is on the increase and my motley Celtic completion may be said to almost be approaching light tan. I think I’ve even freckled in new places never before terribly exposed to the Aussie sun!
Anyhoo, it’s been pretty fun and allowed me to consistently meet my Move More goal, which is a great thing.
On Sundays we also get the added bonus of the gents of the Beer Belly Brigade who pop by early in their short shorts with their buoyancy belts and pool noodles to watch the last of our gyrations before jumping in themselves.
Also assisting with the Move More Mantra is that we’ve had to rent a flat while renovating our future classroom in the country and walking up and down four stories in heels every day also counts… even if I’m heavy breathing at my front door of an evening, or more so if I head up to my bedroom… five floors!
So, whoever said New Years Resolutions were a waste, just didn’t set the right ones. Why not try again yourself sometime? I’d love to hear how you go… oh and yes, I’m still singing (warbling) regularly too!
Now, where are those Latin Dance classes held?