Tea Time with Lindy

Tea Time with Lindy

Recently I returned to the gym after a three year COVID absnece and strained the hell out of my shoulders going at it too hard and strong.  So I quit.  Now under a physical therapist's guidance I am back to the gym but modifying like crazy.  Which I hate.  I want to do everything the instructor is doing.  My ego wants an A.  The weird side effect of this self-care is that lots of my classmates are modifying, as well.  Including the instructor.  Which I find interesting and sad.  Why do we always want to be like everybody else?  I guarantee not one person in my yoga class, my weight training sessions or my aerobics hours where I jump up and down on a step, is working out in a way that's in tune with their body.  The music is too slow or too fast in my step class. Lifting twenty-five pounds overhead strengthens Celia's shoulders and strains mine. There is no one way to do anything.  Why don't we just do what's right for our minds, bodies, souls vs copying anybody?  No teacher, author, consultant, doctor, or advisor is me.  They may have specific knowledge I don't, I am not a neurologist, but they are only here to coach me along.  And if I don't have a clue about myself, what my body can/can't do, what I like, what makes me happy or sad, then who I'm longing to be is carried off by the wind and forever the stuff of only my dreams.  

Lindy, Lindy....better late than never.