Starting young, we become "too old" quickly. That transition from 6th grade to junior high was harsh when one realized we were now "too old" for recess!!
Then I thought I missed my window of opportunity when I did not go to college immediately following high school. I didn't even revisit that possibility until I was 36 years old. Working full-time with two daughters at home, I started slow. Taking two classes to see if I could "still keep up".
|Obviously this is "before class"|
There are so many things you will never be "too old" to accomplish. I know several women who battled with their weight for the majority of the time I knew them. Yet once in their 50's (and possibly coinciding when their children were grown), they successfully began a healthy routine that for them, resulted in weight loss.
Another woman I know began taking piano lessons (again). I am not just talking about myself here. What a delight to be reminded of a joy that was left by the wayside many years before.
Sister Nori, while perhaps not as active in sports as I was when we were growing up, started with the "couch potato to runner" app a few years back and is now a regular runner. Not just running for fun (is that an oxymoron?) but actively competing in marathons of various lengths.
This past year I have done many firsts (and a few repeats from VERY LONG AGO) that I had decided at some point in time I was just "too old" for. Jet skiing, snow skiing, snow mobile rides (probably won't do that again unless I am driving), snorkeling, zip lines....SO MUCH FUN!
But wait, there's more. I entered the world of Yoga recently. I have dabbled with this in the past but because my flexibility is like that of a giraffe, I never stayed the course. When the opportunity to participate in yoga was made available at work, I joined in on this two times per week adventure. I felt pretty good about my level of participation, etc.
Until last night.
Since Madison is home for the summer, we made a "Bucket List" of many things we would like to do together. I included cleaning out the refrigerator (since I hate to do that alone) and she indicated she would like to take Yoga together. After talking about it, and researching different studios, we made our move last night. It was then I realized that my midday forays into Yoga were only child's play compared to this class.
And we loved it. I may have been the oldest one in our class (jury is out on one other woman) but what I realized was....I am not TOO OLD to do this.
So, in typical fashion, we have signed up for four more classes.....this week.
Until next time,