So… Sunday came and went, and I forgot to update the table of my weightloss. And I only want to make this a quick note because I’m on the laptop and left the charger at work.
Two things, related to the same. I mentioned last post that I have started going to dance classes again? Mondays and Thursdays.
I just want to share with the world that even though I was tired I had such a good class tonight J
This comes at the end of a long week. A very hot and humid week (average temp 31*C/88*F), where I didn’t get to lunch until 3.30pm at the earliest (and twice I missed out altogether), traffic was shocking – 25min to drive 5km (3.2mi) anyone? and had three meetings called last minute before work (Tue-Wed-Thu).
Despite all these things, I still had a great lesson. I haven’t felt so good about a dance class in ages. I don’t know what it was, but I was on form tonight. I’m without a doubt the only overweight person there. Being 5’8” too, means I really stand out. I normally feel so clunky and awkward, even though these are familiar moves to me. But tonight I had great strength in my arms, I had better footwork, my neck felt loose, my sharp movements were sharp, my slow ones were beautifully controlled. *shivers* it all just worked.
So that felt really good.
And then, walking home from the train station, I need to cross a major road (the same one I always talk about). A car pulled up at the lights on the road parallel to where I walk and need to cross. Sometimes it takes a long time for the lights to change, sometimes not. Tonight was a short change. Because I didn’t feel like waiting through another whole set of light changes, I decided I’d run to the corner to catch up to the lights as I saw they were changing orange. My cross light was on red, because I didn’t reach it in time to press it before the parallel street went green, so I had to make the commitment to either run it or stop and wait.
I know this is bad form, but I ran it. I made it clear of the lights going green on the main road (which would have run me over). In all, I probably ran about 75m (82 yards). And that’s full pelt run-run, not just shuffle-along-quickly-run. I didn’t even raise my heart rate. I thought that was pretty good and what a surprise! I didn’t feel the exertion of that at all. Probably because it’s such a short distance, but usually, I would still need to catch my breath after such a dash.
So those are my two pieces of news I wanted to share. :D Please feel free to criticise me for running across the road, I had to tell you so there was a context to my running.
And now, for dinner!