I can’t believe it. In the ocean a surfer just said to me, “You wussed out! You had that wave and then you just stopped paddling. Why did you do that?”
In my head, it just doesn’t feel right. Me, board and a wave just seems like an equation for injury. Letting water propel my body while I stand on a long piece of fiberglass just scares the S- – T out of me. Then I realized that I was saying the same things my clients say. “It doesn’t feel right.” “I don’t want to feel pain or get hurt.” “I am scared.” And what do I tell them? It’s not going to feel right because you haven’t done it long enough. You are going to feel some pain, its part of the process and everything of value comes with chances of getting hurt. You can be scared but don’t let that change what you are doing.
I don’t want to wuss out. I don’t want to miss more opportunities to do things that are new or coming my way. I don’t want to let the thought of getting hurt stop me from experiencing life. I don’t want to let fear dictate my future. So here I go back into the ocean to catch a wave!
Lately my body has felt sluggish. My runs feel heavy. My mind wanders off in yoga class. I find myself unmotivated. I still set my alarm and do my early cardio. I still pack my gym clothes and hit the weights every afternoon. I still manage to get 1-2 yoga classes in a week but I am just going through the motion, cruise control and it isn’t fun nor do I feel passionate and that in itself is disturbing my life – no passion.
So instead of doing the same thing over and over expecting to shake my “rut” I have decided to do something about it. I could easily stop all activity and think I need a break. I could probably say, “it will work itself out” and take no ownership in what is happening but where is the passion? I would still be going through the motion in “hopes” it comes back. Instead I am switching things up.
My morning cardio is now an early morning yoga flow on my patio with a playlist of 80′s “slow jams” which means there will be a lot of singing too. I now jump rope and do abdominal crunches in between each exercise to kick up my heart rate and get in more abs. I am taking surf lessons again. I need passion in my life. Even if it comes in little spurts like singing a song, feeling my heart beat, experiencing something new. I need it in my life or else I feel like I am in a rut.
You can work out all you want but unless your body is in correct postural alignment you won’t be able to maximize your efforts. Days in the gym and you don’t see as much muscle tone. Hours doing cardio and you may never see abdominals. Maybe you aren’t sure why you keep injuring yourself. Alignment is the key.
You must be aligned in the gym and out of the gym. Your actions have to follow your words. Your words have to be extensions of your thoughts. Your thoughts have to be waves of your dreams. Your dreams must follow your heart. It all must be aligned in order to succeed.
When I use to teach yoga inversion workshops I would tell students, “Heels, hips, heart and head must all be in one line for you to be upside down. Once that takes place, you no longer struggle. You know longer feel heavy. You feel light. You are aligned.”
Today I was informed that my friend who had cancer passed away. His struggle with the disease is over. His contemplation with what he had done, not done, who he has loved and not loved is over. His chance to be different, do different or make a difference is over. His story has ended.
Your life is not a dress rehearsal. We might not get too many chances to do what we love or be with who we love. But we are given many opportunities to make our life matter on a daily basis. We can smile at the grocery clerk. We can wave at the police officer. We can hug our child’s teacher. We can donate our time. We can volunteer our skills. We can make our life matter.
One of my favorite quotes, “I have learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel”, by Maya Angelou.
What happens when you get to the gym and can’t find parking? What do you do when all the cardio machines are taken up? How about if you get to the gym and you forgot your socks or water bottle or ear buds? Will you leave the gym?
So many of us get aggravated and easily discouraged. We let little annoyances steal our peace. We allow small details to actually determine the way of our future goals. How many of you will honestly leave the gym, walk away from a goal or ruin a relationship?
We are constantly being tested to see how we will react. Things are put in our path to see how firmly we can stay on course. Obstacles are dropped in front of us to confirm our strength to overcome them. Dreams, Love, Goals – they don’t come easy and many will walk away owning just their excuses.
Sometimes we focus on the things we can’t do or don’t have or someone we have lost or items we have forgotten. Why is it we don’t celebrate the things we can do, the people we do have or what we have gained and all we have retained? Lets celebrate the daily accomplishments. Celebrate working out!
My runner friends, celebrate the earth that supports you. On your next run embrace that your journey outside returns a peaceful mind. My yoga friends, celebrate the postures that ignite you during your practice. Give thanks to the ancient asanas that bring new life into your soul. My gym friends, celebrate the internal strength that drives you. Be amazed at the physical opportunity to challenge your body.
Begin to celebrate your blessings rather than fixate on your losses. We were all put here for a reason, celebrate that you have the opportunity to execute that reason.
I had to go to the eighth floor last week. I parked underground on level “B” which meant I was two levels below. I was early so I decided to take the stairs for a reason other than pure exercise. I was hesitant to attend this appointment and was nervous about the outcome. I needed a distraction. So my version of taking the stairs was to run it, then double step it and sprint the end.
Do You Take The Stairs?
Ten flights of stairs and by the time I got to the office I was sweating and breathing heavily but I felt so much better about the appointment. I walked in with a smile and the receptionist looked at me oddly in fact the entire waiting room looked at me funny. It was probably the loud breathing and sweat dripping down my forehead. The receptionist kept asking me if I wanted water. I told her that I took the stairs and she decided to tell the entire office. No one could believe that I took the stairs. They all admitted they thought about it. Then the office was in conversation about walking the stairs on their lunch break together. It was so great to watch my small choice to take the stairs motivate a whole office to do the same. I guess they realized people don’t die when they take the stairs.
When given the choice to move your body or to stand still and stare at the ceiling, please tell me this post will motivate you to take the stairs. I did take the elevator on the way down and watched everyone either stare at the ceiling or bury their faces in their cell phones. I just stood there, smiled, softly sang “If I Ain’t Got You” by Alicia Keys that was playing in the elevator and felt the sweat still dripping down my back. It felt good!
Every female client of mine knows that I am very strict on enforcing sport bras. I have specific guidelines that women need to follow in supporting their breast tissue. It doesn’t matter how small or large you are.
Do You Have Support?
A good sports bra costs about $50-$60. You buy two of them a year and you can save yourself $8 – $10K in the cost of a breast lift. I think it’s worth it but so many clients fight with me about getting the right support.
We all need support one way or another. Whether it be physically with a sports bra, knee brace, specific running shoes or internally with herbs, medication or diet, we need it. Support is tailored to you and fits your needs. Support is ever changing because our needs change. If you are giving support you are there for that person and you put aside your needs. If you are receiving support you take it in graciously because you are cared for.
You are never too weak to start working out. You are never too unhealthy to eat clean. You are never too busy to take time for your well being. You are never too old to start learning new tricks. It’s never too late to make a difference, to create a change or to do better.
I heard from my friend, the one with three cancers. He hasn’t left his home. He never came and picked up the bike I was giving him. He stopped going to Mexico for his
alternative treatments and he didn’t even mention any green drinks. All he said was, “It’s too late.”
Something in my body, mind and spirit isn’t wired to think or feel “it’s too late.” I am not in his shoes so who knows how I would react in his situation. I do know that
his presence in my life has effected me and hearing him say, “It’s too late” haunts me.
No one wants to find themselves at that place, “it’s too late”. We don’t want to miss an opportunity. We want to know that we did everything we could. That we lived a life
full of health and joy. Most importantly that those we love know how much they mean to us.
Is it too late?
In memory of those we have lost to cancer,
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke,
thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”
Recently I have started training with a partner. I normally am the kind of person to put my earbuds in, blinders on and stare pass people avoiding all eye contact and any chance of communicating. I like to get in the gym, do the deed and get out. I get very irritated when people get in the way of what I call, “my” time.
The last couple of weeks I have kept my music off so I can be there for my training partner. I have seen their strengths and weaknesses and they have seen mine without words spoken. Bonus is that I am doing exercises that I normally wouldn’t do. Being pushed and challenged with someone else by my side feels pretty darn good.
You have to have a partner in crime. Someone that sees you in pain and still loves you. Someone who watches your weaknesses and still wants you. Someone that knows your strengths even if you don’t. Someone that needs you as much as you need them. It’s your partner. Your teammate. Your spotter. It just takes one person.
Do you have a partner?
Do You Have A Partner?
This photo is in honor of all those who trained their arms so hard that they felt like they had T-rex arms. You know who you are!