This evening found me in a foul, low mood.
A hundred niggling things at work. A saddle sore. A wonky ankle. Mosquito bites on my legs.
“Screw it,” I thought to myself. “I’m not doing anything for Juneathon today! I’m going to sit on the couch and pout and drink a beer.”
And I did!
And I read some Juneathon blogs.
DAILY AMBULATION. Take it seriously.
It’s true. I sit all day at work. Health stats show that kind of inactivity is really, really bad.
But no biking today – saddle sore. No running, either, with that ankle. With the mosquitoes out, I don’t want to walk, either.
For some reason (maybe the beer), the perfect answer popped into my head – DANCE WALKING!
(If you have not seen the dance walking bit before, go here.)
So, I popped a 70s-80s disco mix “tape” (actually a CD) into the player and dance walked around my living room until I was dripping sweat and my cats were staring at me like I’d gone completely mad.
At risk of embarrassing myself, my playlist:
- Blondie – Heart of Glass
- Wild Cherry – Play that Funky Music
- Gloria Gaynor – I will Survive
- Donna Summer – Hot Stuff
- Ohio Players – Love Rollercoaster
- Rick James – Superfreak (Thinking about Little Miss Sunshine here.)
- And, the dance walk anthem: Peaches & Herb – Shake Your Groove Thing
I feel much better now. And my ankle behaved.
Thank you, Nameless Dance Walk Guru Master (AKA Joe).
And thank you for the ambulation reminder, Cynthia. I hope your mom heals quickly.
Copyright 2014 by Katie Bradshaw