Last night I went to my spinning class only to find out it was cancelled. Since I made my husband come with me, I decided on working out next to him on an elliptical.
He lasted 8 minutes, I lasted 35.
While he did leave the elliptical to walk on a treadmill until I was done, I felt a couple of small victories in: (a) not bailing totally and (b) not letting his boredom/discomfort/whatever force me to finish early.
I did sleep with my brace on last night but this morning, when I woke up hoping to tackle a flight or two at Harvard, my heel decided otherwise. It was an aha! moment for me. My aging body is making me choose what I do and when I do it as it will no longer do it all.
Right now my priority really is getting ready for this bike ride at the end of the summer. While I didn't drop a verbal on Harvard today, I still feel like I bailed but I know it's because I can't do it all right now. Perhaps soon I will be able to again and who knew that this stupid thing would last as long as it has. But I will and it has.
Why is this bike ride more important than working out with November Project? Because I am going to start raising money for a worthy cause: Juvenile Diabetes research. When I miss an NP workout, I am disappointing myself. If I miss this ride, I would be disappointing a lot more people.
I will go to spinning tonight. It's an inconvenient time and not a class I would normally go to; however, it is what I need to do in order to build to the biking goal. My heel will heal and I will be able to tackle Harvard Stadium and the hills before I know it. Soon it won't be a choice and the two will meld like Mr. Spock with a giant space entity of pure energy. Until then, I will reluctantly fork over $20 a month and go ride a Red Queen's race: racing faster and faster but remaining in place.
In the words of the great band Chumba Wumba: I get knocked down, but I get up again. You're never gonna keep me down.
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