You know I’m always trying to learn new, more efficient ways to take better care of my health. Sometimes, it’s the old ways that benefit us the most.
Last Thursday, I had a bunch of work piling up while I was absolutely stuck on one of my projects… I knew I was probably being too much of a perfectionist about it.
When a few hours went by with hardly a trace of productivity on my masterpiece (of the moment) I realized I needed to stop. I needed to get the blood pumping through my legs again.
Then I thought about the usual exercises I could do… I didn’t want to do any kind of structured activity that involved a workout video or a treadmill… No, I would need something else.
I had a sudden urge to either aimlessly take a run around the neighborhood or run up and down the stairs until the productivity part of my brain could reboot or something.
I went down to our basement fridge to grab myself (yet another) diet coke and spotted Haylee’s (my eight year old) hoola hoop leaned carefully against the wall where I am certain she decided was a good place to “hide” it from Ryan (my four year old) who had been leaning all of his weight on it, bending it more of an oval than a circle.
What the heck? I thought to myself. I decided to go ahead and try it.
I went back upstairs and turned on the radio and hoola-hooped through three songs (and 27 commercials… that’s only a slight exaggeration.)
The exercise was invigorating and just exactly what I needed to reset and focus on my work. Then I wondered how often we “grown ups” stop and indulge in a little bit of playtime for ourselves.
Do something you haven’t done in a long time… like a handstand or jumping jacks… you’ll be surprised at how difficult and simple the skill is to revive after years of dormancy.