The boot is frustrating the heck out of me, and I’m not even through 5 days of wearing it! You know how you always want what you can’t have? Well, since the boot has gone on, I now want to run and leap, in spite of the fact that I have never been super fond of running or leaping. It’s like in the 80’s where all the cool girls had perms and as soon as you got one, you wanted your straight hair back. Hindsight now tells me that a half Chinese girl with a spiral perm and bangs isn’t a great look.
But I digress.
I’ve tried to think of things I can do so I can continue this fitness momentum. The thing it seems that everyone has suggested is swimming.
I used to be a swimmer back from the ages of 6-17. When I first started my Skinny Emmie fitness journey, I posted a video of me swimming laps at the pool as a way to ease back into exercise. A few months ago, I crossed off something from my wish list and swam 1 mile. Yesterday, I made it back to the pool and did a workout despite my boot. Hurrah.
So, swimming it is. And hopefully some Bikram yoga (although I won’t be able to do several of the poses). And core and arm strengthening.
Over the weekend, while in my super reflective mood, I re-watched some home videos I recently had converted to DVD (I can’t recommend Southtree enough). I was searching for my mom’s voice. For those who don’t know, when my mom died, she couldn’t really speak and her speech was blurred and mumbled for years before her passing due to Parkinson’s Disease. As a result, I haven’t been able to remember her voice. I can hear her frustration in her tone as she tried to get her words out, but not the voice that I wanted to remember. While searching for her voice on the DVDs, I found some video of me from a swim meet back in the late 80s or early 90s. I was probably about 10 here.
Not only was this video just fun to watch because it started making me excited for swimming again, but also because I found my mom’s voice on it – and on another short clip of video on the same DVD. You won’t be able to hear it, but her syrupy sweet Georgian drawl quietly says “Go Emily” underneath the screams of other swim team pals.
So swimming – you’re going to help me get my mojo back. I now have my mom’s voice to cheer me on.