I woke up this morning with the best of intentions: to do 15 minutes of my daily 30 minute exercise regimen. But what to do? Walking can bore me. Cycling is even worse, and I don’t have a stationary bicycle anyway. No pool for water aerobics. Definitely no jogging. The prescription is low impact exercise.
A brilliant idea hits me! I’ll dance, Greek dancing in particular. No other eyes are awake to laugh at me, and if I keep the volume down, Fred won’t hear the music. So I go to my iPad to search for Greek dance music. There is no shortage, so I quickly settle on three songs that will take a little over 15 minutes. Three different dances made my repertoire interesting.
The outcome is that I danced until my hip told me to stop, and I had a blast. Greek dancing will now be at least half of my daily exercise routine. I think I’m on to something. Getting tired and a bit winded can’t be more fun!
And while I exercise, I’ll celebrate my heritage and its music. I’ll celebrate my life. I’ll celebrate being alive another day and having the ability to dance. I’ll celebrate my body’s movement to the music of my ancestors.
Miriam the prophetess, Aaron’s sister, took the timbrel in her hand, and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dancing. (Exodus 15:20)