You mean exercise for others?
Yes. You read that correctly. I really think if you dedicate your exercise to someone else it holds you accountable for your actions. Women! We give, give, do, do and give. I know, I am a professional martyr when it comes to exercising. I can’t possibly fit it in because I am doing so much for others. Well what if I start to exercise for others… Will that do it for me. I think it might. It did once.
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I was blessed with a small upper frame, thin waist and long torso. I was also blessed with big thighs and the “Brisson butt”. If you have read my “About Me” section, you know I loathe cardio workouts. I do my yoga and pilates a few times a week, and I walk my dog, Chloe, every day. Running, biking, heart rate up…. no, no and no. 2016 is a new year.
I was horrified to read an article saying that your heart, which is a muscle, gets smaller if it is not exercised. WHAT??? I love hearts. I collect heart rocks. I have hearts made from everything under the sun and mine, my heart! … is getting smaller. Horrified, I have made cardio exercise #1 on my list of 2016 intentions. And I think I have a “sweet something” that might help me stick to it.
I was in the 11th month of my year of yoga training when I was dealt my cancer card. I was in the best shape of my life. I could even do Crow Pose, which I have always struggled with. I’m sure this was no accident, that my particular life event should hit me when I was at my strongest. I honestly don’t know if I could have recovered if I had been struck at my weakest. So here I was, part of this cozy yoga community, surrounded by positivity. Seriously, I am blessed. After my first surgery, my yoga teacher, Christa, came to my house to do gentle yoga with me. We both knew that there was lots of scar tissue involved and if I did not move it then I would be very sorry later. She also left me with a tape titled “Healing Meditation for Kathy”.
For the gentle yoga, Christa scheduled to come over a few times and left me a list of poses to do between our sessions. (I’m still looking for the list and will be sure to post it when I find it.) Now I knew she was going to make the effort to come to my house and work with me. I did not want to disappoint her, so I did my exercises. Left to my own devices, I would have probably found an excuse not to do them.
For the healing meditations, this tape took me away. I had listened to Chrisa’s beautiful melodic voice for so many hours when I observed her classes as part of my training. Hearing her voice on the tape just brought me peace. So for an extra “sweet something”- if you have a friend that is in the midst of a health journey – get the book Seeds of Light, by Elizabeth Stratton; grab your phone; find your happy place and do a voice recording of you reading one of the mediations; then send it via text or email. It will bring both of you joy. (My favorite is the Self-Healing on page 71.)
I digress. Back to exercising (see I can even find a way to avoid the topic!). Not so long ago I committed myself to a triathlon with my sister, Melissa and my dear friend Lisa. Why you ask?? Well that story will come later. Let’s just say it was for a good cause. We all trained for the most part on our own as each of us live lives that spin madly. Working full time and being a professional martyr I really had do dig deep to fit in my running which I absolutely despise. So I started slowly. I would run from one telephone pole to the next then walk to the next, then run. I thought I would die. Then I started counting my steps to get me a little further than a telephone poll. Yes, I know what you are thinking – what are you rain man? Well geez, I had to do something to keep my mind off of my burning lungs, aching knee and defeatist attitude. So each time I attained my 500 steps I would scream out a name of someone I knew that could not run.
They could not run because they were no longer with us.
They could not run because they were in the middle of their cancer journey.
They could not run.
I could. I can. And I will. If you are around Southborough, Massachusetts in 2016 and you happen to drive by a “runner” with absolutely terrible form randomly belting out names… Kelly, Nora, Jim, Jennifer, Larry. Know she isn’t crazy. She is just trying to exercise for others.