I went back to Turbo Kick today for the first time since my surgery. It didn't go well. You wouldn't think that an aerobic exercise routine would be bouncier than running, but it was. Ouch. Add to that the fact that it's not a solitary activity and you have the embarrasment factor as well. So it was quite discouraging, and at one point I was literally on the verge of tears, thinking things to myself like "what makes you think you can do this?" and "you will never be as fit as Sara" (who was leading part of the class), "she has been exercising her whole life and you just started, so it's impossible for you to get even close to where she is".
And then I remembered a quote I have posted on my desk:
"The past is a history lesson, not a road map." My present and my future do not have to be defined by my past! So what if Sara has been exercising her whole life and I haven't? I'll focus on exercising now and not worry about what I did or didn't do previously.
So I kept going, and didn't cry. I still looked and felt pretty pathetic, but I finished!
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