It was gym day around the homestead...well, for me anyway. I could easily have made a case for staying snuggled down under the covers this morning but this is the last day for classes before the Christmas break so I forced myself to crawl out.
You can certainly tell that some people have forsaken their fitness routine already as attendance at the gym was pretty sparse today. There were only two of us and the instructor in the PiYo (Pilates-Yoga) class this morning but that doesn't mean she took it easy on us. In fact, she'd promised us a "Christmas present" which turned out to be a workout done to a James Taylor Christmas CD. He's pretty mellow so it was a nice change. You haven't lived, however, until you've done squats to a jazzy and somewhat slower paced Jingle Bells or hamstring stretches to Auld Lang Syne.
There was only one other person in the entire fitness area besides me while I did my miles on the treadmill too. I enjoyed that; it will be the exact opposite when New Year's resolutions kick in in a few days.
My treadmill time has evolved into a real workout. The distance and speed have stayed the same over the last eight months or so but I'm upping the elevation and increasing the time spent at the higher elevations. It's good to have challenges and then to appreciate how much easier it is to do that workout at the end of the month than it was when I boosted it up at the beginning of the month.
When I started the hardest stretch in the workout this morning, I was feeling the need for a little extra *something* to keep me going. I know what I need! I said to myself. I need to hear Bogota By Bus. It's one of the songs on my little Shuffle that streams musical energy through my ears to my legs. Yes, the jazzy flamenco strains of Jesse Cook's Bogota By Bus were just what I needed to hear.
And poof...just like that, the song started to play. I'm telling you, I just about slid off the back of the treadmill. I don't have clairvoyant powers...well, I didn't until this morning anyway. It was kinda cool, I have to admit, but a little unsettling too. But I was so glad to hear the pulsing beat and feel the rhythmic beat that I got over it. I had a new sense of energy. I enjoyed it so much, in fact, that I hit the replay button when it was over so I could listen to it again, something I never do. And while I would have liked a few more songs like it to keep me motivated for the duration of that tought 1.25 miles, I wasn't About to test my clairvoyant powers again.
So if you need a little push to get you through what's left on your Christmas to-do list, I bring you Bogota By Bus. James Taylor Christmas music it's not but it will get you going. Makes me want to get my San Antonio accordion out and play. : )