After 14 consecutive days of dancing, I had to interrupt my exercise routine, because I'd caught the flu. At first I danced even though I was sick, hoping it would pass, but I could feel myself getting weaker, as my condition worsened. People (on Facebook) cautioned me against exercising while sick, as it would strain my heart. I didn't want to complicate my life, and I looked forward to continuing my programme after the flu, so I stopped. At first I stopped for just three days, then danced for two, but felt so bad, that I had to give myself a good talking to. Sometimes I'm so keen to achieve a goal, that I get tunnel vision.
I then stopped for ten days, while I took meds and gave my body a chance to rest and recover. Getting back into the routine was not straight forward; I danced on Day 30, but not the next day. Last night, however, I did my 18th dance workout - I've discovered it's called freestyle dancing - and I felt that wonderful buzz of being back on track.
It was a very cold day yesterday, and when it was time for me to dance (I dance at night), I had to fight the urge to skip exercising and lie in a hot bath, instead. Brrrrrr! However, once I'd put on my exercise clothes, I started feeling that familiar excitement. Once I heard the first few notes of the music, I was hooked. After the first song, I was quite warm, and after the second, I needed to remove my long-sleeved top.
From then on - and this happens every time - I'm in the zone, as they say, and I just have fun. Dancing makes me smile, it makes me forget my stresses, and allows me to believe that anything's possible.
I plan to stick to my 100-day challenge, as far as is humanly possible. Day 33 - only 67 to go. And then? Can't see myself stopping after 100 days.
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