Let’s call it my Up-Hill Ballet…(watch the video, here!)
It’s taken me a long time to grasp the concept that my body is a temple. I call myself the definitive Late Adaptor.
But, better late than never. Today at 42, I am totally tuned in to the fact that this body will not last forever. It is fragile – if not well maintained. It is precious and needs care. And it is powerful if given the right doses of sun, movement, food and love.
I‘ve done my share of partying and late night shananigans, traveling all over this big city in the persuit of epic experiences and one-of-a-kind characters. And, I must say, I’ve achieved massive success in both areas. Think, Area, MK, Save the Robots, and Nell’s in the 80’s. Bowery Bar, Sticky Mikes, and Joe’s Pub in the 90’s. Bungalow 8, La Esquina, Boom Boom Room in 2000’s…The list could have gone on and on.
Recently, I’ve witnessed sad things happen to great people.
I. Am. Reborn.
As @UncleRush recently said, “Every minute or Any minute u can be reborn, pick a day and quit cigarettes or drinking or or or. Change can occur. Try It. Be Reborn.”
Here is my dedication to me. Choose one and do it in 30 minutes or less, daily.
*Hike up the mountain, then run down the mountain
*Sprint then fast-walk around 5 city blocks
*Yoga-Buns (ignore the name, it’s a great DVD!)
As a child, I was very athletic. A competitive gymnast coming in 2nd in the state of NY. Tennis weekly – camps in Florida, private clubs on the weekend summer matches in Oak Blufffs and my college team at Spelman. Track in highschool 100, 200 and 400 yard dash. Basketball, soccer you name it. Literally anything that was rigorous and competitive was my thing. I was rock solid and healthy inside & out.
Then came the babies, four to be exact, and that marked the end of my competitive sports era, and really the end of any consistant athletics.
Once a year I would make it to a yoga retreat nesteled on an Ashram in the Bahamas that my bestie, @AmydBarnett turned me on to, but beyond that, I was totally non-committal to any form of a work out.
Today, I’m on the move, literally. Moving my heart, legs, abs, butt, arms – daily.
Life is short if we so choose, OR, better yet, it is long and beautiful as soon as we want it to be.