After much thought, I have decided to try one fitness “habit” each week; who knows, one may catch.
Following the crazy holiday hiatus, today I returned to the RIPPED class at the Y. It is taught by an unbelievably hyped 50-year-old woman* whom one cannot help but love. The class is a true representation of the bell curve, with me in about the 3rd percentile, but lovely Kelly never rolls her eyes or shakes her head in frustration. (https://www.rippedplanet.com)
As an introvert, I prefer to remain at home, reading a good book. Attending classes with friends is almost necessary to draw me out of the house. In addition, there are several people in the class who welcome me when I attend.
My right leg, weakened by arthritis and hip replacement, impedes my balance. Very annoying. The other problem today was tendonitis (self diagnosed) in my right arm. Jigga the dog, in her attempt to protect us from feral cats in the neighborhood, almost pulled it from its socket about five times in the last month as we went out for walks, irritating the old tendonitis.
But the important thing is doing it, at whatever skill level is possible, right?
What prevents you from activities to enhance your physical, emotional, or spiritual fitness?
*Kelly informed me gently that she is not yet 50.