Our bodies are vast machines for storing: memories, toxins, dreams. What physical rhythms will you follow to loosen your scar tissue, heal old wounds, and stimulate the birth of new cells?
Last spring, I was a little workout machine. I successfully completed Insanity, even drove up to North Jersey to take a master class and meet Shaun T in person, and was staying very active. Then the summer hit, and after vacationing in Europe with my parents, I came back jet lagged and got lazy. Summer 2013 was mostly spent watching South Park episodes on my laptop in bed, which kept me laughing, but didn’t really help me much physically.
Then fall semester came, and I was in Richmond. My intentions were pure. I walked around the block to the Cary St. Gym, signed up for a membership, and tried to go at least twice a week. But then my father died in October, which brought me home for two weeks, and as you can imagine working out was the last thing on my mind. After that, I returned to VCU, where I played catch up and worked hard to complete my first semester as an Assistant Professor.
Now we’re halfway through the first month of 2014, and I’m getting my butt in gear again. I’m very happy to report that I’ve gone to the gym three days in a row this week, taking classes like “30-min abs” (left me SO SORE) and “Turbo Kick/Step” (left me very tired and sweaty). I have a plan to go 3-4 times a week and I’m committed to stay committed.
In addition, I also hope to get back into dancing again. I went to a couple of ballroom socials in the Richmond area, and they were delightful. This semester, I plan to go salsa dancing on Thursday nights with my friends, and I even joined a ballroom Meetup.com group I plan to check out in the upcoming weeks. Not only is dancing such a good workout, but it certainly feeds my soul. Ballroom was what kept me sane my last year of grad school; I probably wouldn’t have finished my dissertation if it weren’t for dancing. Plus it’s so much fun and I want to meet new people!
Finally, I’m trying to be more cognizant of what I put into my body. I’m trying to cut out soda, if not altogether (hello iced tea!) and I set a goal to cook meals more often (I’m on the right track, I went grocery shopping on Sunday and haven’t eaten out all week thus far, which is huge for me).
So there ya go – I’m making strides for a healthier, happier Rowena. Hopefully in six months I’ll still be on the right track, but only time will tell.