I used to dance on my way to work. Now I drive and live 8 miles away from work. But, the other day I decided to dance down my road. So I got my headphones and set a goal for 1.1 miles, then I’d turn around and come home.
I wasn’t as in shape as I used to be after 3 years of forgetting my old joy, but I got through two whole songs and then simply…walked to the beat. Figured it was better than giving up and I started out that way, so it would only serve to strengthen my lungs and muscles and eventually lead to the more intensive dancing I so miss.
Before I knew it, I had walked 4.2 miles to the end of the road. I turned to come back and walked another half-mile when my husband drove by and saw me. Thankfully, because I was pretty tired by that time, and my muscles were annoyed. But I felt great inside and know I could have made it home out of sheer will power if he hadn’t come along. He’s addicted to physical activity himself, so he’s proud of me and my intentions to become more physical.
Yeah, I love dancing. If I have to satiate myself with walking to the beat until my lungs have reacquainted themselves with fresh air, so be it. I’m doing it!
