I was up bright and early this morning and Nichole and I went to my first Yoga class since getting back on track. WOW, what I had forgotten. The class was a yoga/Pilate's combination and I have never done Pilate's before. I think I will grow to really like it.
I am definitely out of shape and I need to work back up to being able to do some of the positions, but I feel really good that I was able to get through the whole class. I mean 60 minutes is a long time. Nichole was a huge help she gave me lots of encouragement. I cannot believe how hard it is to get down on the floor and get up. I know I can become better at it. I do not want to use the excuse that I am 50 anymore.
My instructor talked to me about my fitness, and encouraged me to keep coming, that I will begin to see a change in my body and how it looks. I really like the feeling of well being that Yoga gives you. I am sore, I know I will be for awhile. I will have to make myself go to the next class.
Nichole talked to me today about her and I training to run from Memphis to Peoria for St. Jude. The runners are returning today and we came across a bunch of them as we were heading back home. I would love to do this with her. It would be such an exhilarating accomplishment to be able to run something like that.
I also have a special place in my heart for children with cancer because I lost my own son Adam who was four years old to it in 1988. I put on the bulk of my weight after his death.
So I am excited about my new class and looking for more way to keep moving.