The Zumba classes at my gym fill up pretty quickly. Usually, if I’m hoping to join in on a class, I’ll either reserve my spot in advance ($1/reservation) or I’ll show up early.
Yesterday, I didn’t do either.
We’d had some drama with the kids and I was contemplating not going whatsoever. But I know I need to stop making excuses. I explained to our boys how important it was (for the millionth time) to behave at the Kids Club or they’d get da BOOT. (No, but, seriously – they’ll kick you out of the gym for the day if your kid gets out of control – it’s happened to us before. If it happens twice in a 6 week period – I think that was the timeframe – you’re suspended from the Kids Club for something like a month. Don’t want that to happen!!)
We walked in around 5:18pm and I half-jokingly asked if there were any spots still open for the 5:30pm Zumba class.
There were!
I hadn’t planned for that! I had thoroughly expected to be stuck with a treadmill/elliptical/weights sorta routine and didn’t bring a bottle of water with me (because I could hit the fountain if in the main gym). NO MORE EXCUSES – I drank as much water as I could stand and headed to class.
The woman that’s been teaching the class for a while left for the summer to spend time with family in Brazil. I wasn’t sure who was teaching and didn’t really care – a new instructor might mean I’d look less lost than usual!
In walked Jason. Ex-football pro (so he says! didn’t get a last name to check!), fit, lean. He was ready to GO!
Class was a blast. A little less booty-shaking than usual, but a lot more toning (read: sooo many squats & lunges!). I didn’t sweat as much as I usually do (though I still sweat an awful lot!), so I didn’t miss my bottle of water as much as I was worried I would. I am IN PAIN today, though!! A good pain! That delicious sore muscle pain that tells you that you really worked it the day before. My thighs are killin’ me!
I made quite a few bad food choices yesterday, but I’m not going to dwell on that.
I discovered something delicious today! Evol Burritos. Have you ever seen these? Ever tried them?
I’d seen them before, but avoided them because I considered them too pricy. ($3.80/burrito at Kroger) Today, this one – the Cilantro Lime Chicken burrito – caught my eye. I should never go shopping while hungry!
I read the package and decided I wanted to give it a whirl. No hormones, no preservatives, no fake JUNK in this food. The burritos are a little high in carbs (due to, duhh, the tortilla), but one of these bad boys packs 16g of protein and 4g of fiber. 320 calories. Not too bad for a burrito. And I love that I can read the ingredients list and not once find myself saying, “What on earth IS that?”
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Yesterday I went to my stepdad’s mom’s funeral. She died at 102 years old. ONE HUNDRED AND TWO. That’s crazy. She was born in 1910. Just imagine all the changes she’s seen over the years. Something they pointed out at the funeral yesterday was that in 1920, the average life expectancy for a woman was 51. She doubled that.
My mom and stepdad married just 4 years ago, so I didn’t get much of a chance to know Grandma L. She was 98 when I met her. I got a feel for her personality and stubbornness, but I didn’t really learn her history.
Yesterday, the pastor shared some key notes from her life. At the age of 96, her car was finally taken from her. As old as 92, she was still known to disappear for weeks at a time to go on solo camping trips! She would stay in state parks alone – she loved camping, loved nature, LOVED the water. My stepdad (her son) runs circles around me at the age of 71, I can only guess she would have done the same.
I want to be that energetic when I’m older. If I were to start where I am now – never getting stronger, leaner, healthier – and continue on the path I was on, I would likely not be able to get off the couch by age 71. I don’t want that. People like my stepdad and his mother encourage me to be better, do more.
My husband and I are going to Austin/San Antonio this summer for a few days (sans kiddos!) and I’ve been trying to think up some physical activities for us while we’re there. Swimming, biking, maybe some kayaking? I don’t want to wear us out, but I don’t want to just drink and lounge around the whole time, either. I want to explore and enjoy things I’ve been skipping out on in the past. I’m tempted to go on this cool-sounding bike tour, but I haven’t ridden a bike in years! They say you never ride for stretches of more than 20 minutes at a time. Wonder if we should take a chance!