I frequently lament how I dont love the cardio.
I do it (for my heart and for my daughter. Im a firm believer once we become parents we forfeit the option of losing our mojo).
Yet everysinglesolitaryday theres a huge internal debate that goes on before I do.
You’ll *never* hear me say I dont wanna hit the weights and, in the same fashion, you’ll *never* hear me say I want to do cardio.
Until you will.
Somehow this woman of the I HEART PLAYouts had kindasorta forgotten the favorite cardio playout of her youth.
We called it a lemon twister (apparently those who chronicle stuff from back in the day insist we called it a Lemon Twist) & you’d have been hard pressed to find this little misfit WITHOUT a lemontwister whirling around her ankle.
Walk the half mile to the bus stop? Nope. I lemon twisted.
Plop on the bed after school to read & reread Harriet the Spy? Nope. I read whilst lemon twisting in our drive way.
You get the idea. I went through so many of the black & yellow toys my parents finally dedicated a hook in the garage upon which to keep a few backups.
As a result I was super-excited when I spied a generic’y version for sale last April in Target.
I bought it.
I tossed it in the trunk.
I inexplicably left it there until last week.
As I shared in a different post most of this ‘leaving’ was due to the fact I was leading a fear based fitness life.
I was afraid trying to lemon twist would hurt my back & booty and I *knew* I wasnt emotionally strong enough to handle that.
I was afraid trying to lemon twist would cause me to feel every one of my forty-two years and I *knew* I wasnt emotionally strong enough to handle that.
Thankfully, as seems to happen frequently these days, the Tornado accidentally
shoved nudged me outside my emotional comfort zone when she spied the Skip It in my trunk.
I yanked off my shoes (for some reason I never mastered Lemon Twisting with shoes) I slipped the plastic ring over my heel and muscle memory took over.
I lemon twisted through the kitchen, down the hall, up the hall, threw open the front door and lemon twisted all the way to her bus stop.
As a woman who loves to write it surprises me I have no words…no way to POWERFULLY enough convey how this experience made my heart sing.
My back didnt hurt.
Piriformis didnt whine.
The longer I twister the more energized I felt.
I experienced a pure & wonderful Lemon Twisting high. Something Id never had during or after running.
It was a cardio experience (as evidence by my sweating and breathing) & one which bolstered my spirit as well as taxed my body.
As with all things I re-discover & am instantaneously re-smitten with, I wondered why I’d ever stopped.
I toyed with making this post a Skip It giveaway post (from me–not the brand) but it dawned on me my Skip It may be your hula hoop, pogo stick, hop scotch or monster feet.
As a result I leave you with a 10 second video of my new favorite, fab for travel, could be SO fun to add in juggling, maybe a good precursor to barefoot running cardio-exercise.
And I highly suggest, for your heart and your soul, you spend a few moments today looking BACKWARD & exploring your past for your joy.
No matter how joyous your today already is it never hurts to have a little bit more.