Did my love for physical fitness begin in elementary school, when PE class consisted of doing toe touches and push-ups to the “Chicken Fat” song? And, of course, climbing up that scratchy rope that was attached to the gym’s ceiling (what the heck was that all about??)
How about in middle school, when we were introduced to swim class, rubber swim caps that left dents in our foreheads and stretched out swimsuits that had been worn by God knows how many others?
Could I have fallen in love with physical fitness in High School, where I was always one of the last ones chosen for floor hockey games, and actually fractured my thumb after hitting a wall during relay races?
And again, Nah.
No, I became a fitness fanatic at the age of 19, when I decided my knees were too chubby. For some reason, (too many French fries?) my clothing size had increased to double digits. I took drastic action:
Then came the eighties, with its high impact aerobics and Richard Simmons dancing and sweating (not attractive, Richard) to the oldies. And of course, Jane Fonda, looking good in her tights and leotards, cheerfully leading us flabby people in those complicated steps and grapevines (bulimic, but who knew?). Unfortunately, my left foot never figured out what my right foot was doing. Bummer.
Somewhere along the way, I learned to love to sweat. I also figured out that I didn’t have to overdo it and exercise every stinkin’ day to get its benefits.
Exercise is a great way to laugh in the face of aging. I love it because it makes me feel like I can kick ass, even at age 58. I hope to be able to exercise until just before I kick the bucket.
Benefits of Exercise:
It is exercise alone that supports the spirits, and keeps the mind in vigor. (Marcus Tullius Cicero)
This morning on the way to work, that depressing song by Pink Floyd was playing on the radio – you know the one: Time. David Gilmour sings: “Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time; plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines. . . .” (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/pinkfloyd/time.html)
I can relate. Time is slipping by like sand through a sieve. But what the heck can we do about it? We certainly can’t stop time. However, we can: manage it, savor it, and make the most of it.
The MindTools website provides 60 time management tools readers can use to “conquer time.”
The Simple Thing that Makes the Happiest People in the World So Happy ( a worthwhile read if you can ignore the annoying pop-up ads at the site)
We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day. (Edith Pierce – 20th Century poet)