No Time for Delays

Today I went back to Jazzercise. It was my first class in more than two years. On the drive home, I thought, “At 52 years old, it’s hit or miss whether I can restart working out after a hiatus and discover, ‘Hey, I can still do this.'”

I’m not going to test it again. I bought a 9-month contract and made the commitment.

I love the workout and the friendly, supportive atmosphere. When I go to classes, I feel better all over. It’s not just physical; my insides reflect the roil and turmoil in the world. Like bodywork, aerobic exercise reduces anxiety and has positive side effects. Why did I stop?

The studio is eight miles away on congested streets, or 15 miles of free-flowing highway. I have to plan my schedule around the 25-minute commute.

My hearing is getting cranky. At higher volumes and with background noise, sound turns into mush, and sibilance and high-pitched sounds are piercing. I understand about 25% of what the wonderful Jazzercise instructors sayinto their headset mikes. Sometimes I focus hard to understand their words, only to realize they’re just singing along with the song we’re dancing to.

I scheduled an audiology assessment for this month.

There’s no time for delays. The time to do what I want is now. Whether it’s getting and staying fit, or getting bodywork regularly, my health and wellness are worth more than all the excuses combined.

Goose Aerobics by Jeff Jones (sxc.hu)