While driving home today, I felt a bit hopeless. I sat staring at the grey sky, the wind whipping the flags back and forth as if it was trying to tear them off of their post, and thought to myself, "Ew. It looks cold." Ever get like that? You're down and then you look around and it's like "Thanks for the help, mother nature", or that song comes on the radio that makes you think of a not-so-great time in you're like and you're all, "Well, shit." Yeah. It was one of those drives home today.
Upon arriving back at the hotel, I found a card underneath my door - which was surprising because typically, one does not get mail while at a hotel. It turned out to be from one of my closest friends back home, wishing me a happy birthday - and it contained page markers that looked like smiling bacon. If you're wondering if that did the trick - as far as muscular movement in my facial region, it did! However, the spirit was still low.
Today is a rest day from my workout program, and I definitely didn't feel like working out -- I felt like eating a pint of ice cream! As I contemplated the 2 minute drive to Safeway for some HaloTop Cookies & Cream (yass, girl!) I remembered that a mood boost was only a couple of clicks away on my laptop. Technology has made it so much easier to get moving now. YouTube, Beachbody on Demand, Les Mills On Demand, and a host of other online platforms are available to get you moving wherever you are, but! I didn't just want to workout today. I need something to elevate my current level of happiness. The HaloTop would have to wait.
When that happens, sometimes you just gotta go rogue. See, that is one of the problems that happens with me (this goes back to my control issues) - if I veer away from a workout calendar, it gives me a great deal of anxiety. And after doing it once or twice I basically chalk the entire thing up to a wash! To add insult to injury with that issue, I get bored easily - so you can imagine how many times in my life a workout program has lead to more strife than is probably normal. But as The First Blog Post said, I'm trying new things! and trying to really learn who I am, what I like, and what I don't like. So a couple of clicks later, I am doing God-knows-what version of a Zumba/hip-hop type fitness workout. I can tell you, my version was neither Latin-inspired, nor hip-hop inspired - but did look alcohol infused, despite being sober.
Lawd, if you could have seen me. It was bad. I mean bad. I'm pretty sure a three-legged, drunk dog has more rhythm than I did that entire workout. Praise Jesus for window sheers and being on travel alone. But it didn't matter. I moved my body in ways that made my knees hurt, made me feel 50 years old due to the pain in areas I've never had pain before, and probably made me look like I was having a mild seizure. Slowly but surely, the mood started to rise. Truth be told, I'm not sure if that was due to the music, the movement, or the reflection I caught of myself looking like a dumbass - but I like to think it was a combination of all three. I definitely feel like my reflection was the biggest motivator of them all - I have to get my rhythm back! Girl can't be out dancing like that...sheesh!
Will I be dancing tomorrow? I'm not sure, but probably not. Will I be dancing out on the dance floor anytime soon? That really depends on how much vodka I consume - but one thing I can tell you very matter-of-fact is that the workout cured my bad mood way more than ice cream ever could.
So get out there! Lace up those shoes, warm up those hips, shake dat azz - and let your true self shine <3
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