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!
