A couple of years ago I re-learned the hula-hoop listening to Pitbull…..
♫♬♪ ♫♬♪ …. I know you want me
You know I want cha (want cha) (Hahaha)
Uno-dos-tres-cuatro… ♫♬♪ ♫♬♪
(artist: Pitbull, song: I know you want me )
…and I moved my body. I swiveled my hips, lifted my arms and after the three minute song, I was exhausted. This is the ticket; this will keep me in shape. I’ll no longer wake up stiff with back aches; I’ll feel brand new….but then I quit. If I pick up the hula hoop now, the only exercise I’ll get is bending to pick it up off the floor.
Then there was yoga. I followed religiously a morning yoga class on Puerto Rico educational TV. I found a class I liked and I did it….and then one day it was no longer on the air. I quit yoga.
I have a swimming pool
Ok..there should be no excuses. I have a pool and I used to be a good swimmer. I’ve tried swimming laps, but can never get into the “zone”. For some reason I keep counting in my head..1..1..1..1, 2..2..2.. etc. It’s so boring. I tell myself that it doesn’t matter how many laps I do…I can time it or just do it until I’m tired, and then do one more. I made up routines to make things interesting: 2 crawls, 2 breast strokes, 2 side strokes and 2 backstrokes, but I went crooked going backwards and it still was boring. I sometimes do aquatic yoga but that takes about three minutes, if I remember the stretches. I’m going to use a mask and snorkel next time because the crawl hurts my back. Anyway, not today…but maybe someday.
It sits in the living room. It should be so easy. I can sit and watch TV and “do the ball”. Once in a while I actually do it. I sit on the ball and bounce a bit wondering if this is what’s good for my thighs. I twist a little and I lie on my back moving the ball back and forth. I seem to forget the real exercises it’s made for and put the ball away. I have found the dvd it came with, so it’s not a lost cause… maybe I’ll try it again…. someday.
I was listening to old Laura Nyro, Flora Purim, Stevie Wonder songs on Pandora…grooving to nostalgia when suddenly Pitbull came on. He is not one of my favorites but for some reason he gets me moving. I started dancing. My dancing nowadays looks more like the years of aerobic class .. “step together step” , etc. but I was moving….arms and legs….stretching …and was tired when the music stopped. This is what I should do!! I’ll dance for exercise!! Zumba, Bellydance, Jazz…I took out my dance dvds and tried one…”Hip Hop for beginners” which looked more like “Footloose “ combined with an aerobic class. It was ok, a little strain on my neck looking up at the tv. I bet I won’t do that for a while.
My walk out back
As you can see, I have a lot of exercise excuses, so I’m amazed that I actually do my “Walk”. I call it my “pendejo walk” cause it’s not much. It takes about 15 minutes. I go down the camping hill, walk to the back, do the camping hill again…and home. It’s not long and it’s not hard, but when I don’t do it, I feel the difference. I guess it’s doing something. It seems to be the only exercise routine I actually do every day. The dog(s) come with me and maybe the camping hill is a work out because the dogs often wait at the top of the hill on my second round. My phone marks my walks..no music, no podcasts, just steps. Well…that’s all for now… Bye-bye…gotta go walk.
While finishing this blog, I had the pleasure of watching a video by Jessie Washington, the daughter of my good friend, Reverend Joseph Washington. He too takes walks. During his 5 mile walk he covers more ground than I do, in all sense of the word. He’s a busy man, with a higher agenda and much to do, but I feel inspired just knowing that my friend and I are walking under the same sky seeking inner and outer peace. Keep on truckin’ amigo mio.