Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart


small breakthroughs

breakthroughAfter whining so piteously yesterday about New Year’s resolutions, and laying new habits in place, I had one of those days when the bad habits were sooo much easier to forget. I know the sneaky devils will be back, but yesterday? All was good.

I added 15% to my distance — w/out changing my time! Whoohoo! For someone who STILL misses running (and I was NO good at it, y’all), that was huge. A recumbent bike — even when you KNOW you have few other options, medically speaking — is NOT ‘sexy.’  NO ONE says — oh! you cycle indoors on an old person’s recumbent? wow! Trust me on this.

But for me? It’s wonderful. I’ve been battling inertia since a major operation 6 years ago. Comeback was heavily complicated by a misdiagnosed broken foot, and then a joint replacement. A YEAR in a creepy orthopædic boot! YUK! And nooo exercise…orthopedic boot

So it kind of snowballed from there… Add to that the normal hectic nature of 21st century American life, and we arrive at too many pounds later. Not to mention all the wonderful side benefits of being healthier: energy, flexibility, even temper, even! :)

So yesterday was a great day. I biked faster, felt better all day, and generally vanquished my private demons. For at least one day. And that’s a lot. Sufficient unto the day, right?

This day, folks — it’s all we have. And one when I add distance? AWESOME!



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