I have been a gym rat for years and years. For some people this might mean that I enjoy weight lifting and aerobics classes and other challenging physical activities. For me it just means that if I am bored, I go to the gym.
A typical workout for me might be a few minutes on a treadmill, a few more on a rowing machine, and then a lengthy session of stretching while listening to mellow Christian music.
Now that I am in a new place, with a new (old and creaky) set of joints, I thought it would be a good idea to join the local YMCA.
Good idea indeed.
I now attend chair yoga classes twice a week. I don’t do any of the arm movements because of the previously mentioned ground glass in my shoulders. But nobody cares.
My yoga friends include Betty, who had several compressed discs and is now recovering from back surgery. Cathy is there every week and we now know each other’s names (not a small thing for an introvert like me). And last week I met Lou who says she ignored her health for too long and is now just taking baby steps towards being healthy.
Lou arrives at class with a walker. She leaves out the arm movements, just like me. She shows up every week even though it’s painful. I think that’s the most important thing. Just show up, even though it’s painful.
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