Learning Some Things...

I wasn't going to post these, but they made me so happy, that I thought what the heck. The point is progress, and getting FIT and that's what's happening.

I had a Riding Lesson yesterday that's been sticking with me. Not sure if I can exactly explain, but it wasn't going well, and my teacher Poetry turned into HELGA the Destroyer, and threw me off the deep end into the pool. A little Trial by Fire. Never hurt anyone, I say, but it was pretty scary at the time.

My nerve failed. Then she showed me I could do a whole lot more than I thought I could.

I thought pretty much I was going to die, but trusted HELGA the Destroyer enough to do it anyway. And HELGA doesn't leave much room for discussion on these things. You do it. And live. I did.

We had spoken about doing Derby at the start of our lesson, she wants to skate, too. (She's be a hell of a jammer, little, and FAST) But my attitude was very much not at ALL confident, and I was thinking nice idea, but no way. I'm too old, too not FIT, not good enough.

Driving home, I wanted to call the Roller Girls here and tell them, I am so coming to practice.

My point, and I think I have one, is I am learning more about myself than I thought I had to learn. I thought, hey get FIT, eat right, work out, look good, easy. That part IS easy, comparatively.

Right now I need people like HELGA, and the Little Evil Trainer at the gym, and my Roller Girl friends, the ones who SEE, clearly, what I am capable of. And kick my Nice Ass until I DO it.

I want to feel that too, inside, and know.

Here's a couple of little Vids. I am wearing pretty much the same thing, and oddly, the SONG is the same song, but they are three weeks apart. The scale hasn't budged, but the camera doesn't lie. I'm getting fitter.



Here's the second one, taken on Sunday. Long way to go, but this girl with the Bad Ass Pink Hair, has possibilities the one three weeks ago didn't.



And it's not in her Nice Ass.

It's in her head.

Love and Learning,
Lorraine