What was my motivation for getting up before sunrise for a pilates class? Why to regale you with tales of my
humiliation success of course!
“You have a strong core. That’s why you’re here.”
So sayeth another instructor as I’m asking the class lead how long will it take or me to be able to hold my own. Three times a week for at least a month.
Imagine being the largest, bumbliest, brownest one amongst sylph-like regulars with a teacher only slightly less imposing than a drill sargent.
Holy crap mat work is hard! I got no concessions either. It was supposed to be an all-levels class. Clearly it was for current practitioners. I wanted to walk out, but I didn’t quit.
Again, my thoughts go to flaws and what I need to fix. I’m reminded I won because I showed up. I am going to retrain my brain until I get it in alignment. My body may be the vessel that carries me into this next phase, what I’ll refer to as Faith 3.0, the Rebirth.
While lifting weights and running on a treadmill are very beneficial, they won’t nurture me in the discipline of the Here and Now. It’s getting easier to catch myself about modifying factual reality. I may be here, but I am also here. I need to flip that coin over, cash it in and move to the next venue of my life…starring…ME.
What a glorious revelation!
I’m off to play Madonna’s Ray of Light…
** I’m still sore days later, so obviously I did something right!***