For those of you who are parents, and have seen "Madagascar", you'll be familiar with King Jullian singing that particular ditty. Which always with out fail gets me and the Locust Brothers up and dancing around the living room, looking like we have totally lost our last marble.
But, it works. It gets us MOVING. The beat, turned up loud enough, blocks out those self-sabotaging thoughts of, "But darn, I'm TIRED"... or any other whiney pathetic excuse I might try to come up with.
It wasn't King Jullian singing this morning that got me motivated. Nope. It was Nazareth. Not a very "nice" song to many, I'll refrain from spouting off the title here. But let's just say it fit. The past two months have shown me what I had forgotten.
I had forgotten that I am indeed, very capable of DOING things. Be it trimming horses, heavy work in the yard, fixing fence, chasing the kids, jumping on the jumpoline, I. Can. Do. It.
So, with Nazareth blasting from the house in the background, Sonny Bunz got pulled from the paddock. His feet got trimmed. He was a putz, so he spent some time on the Patience Tree while I got a drink and changed clothes.
Every time those self- doubts tried to creep back up, I'd give myself a mental b*tch slap, and MOVE.
Once I changed clothes, Sonny got groomed.
Then he got ground work.
And then we rode.
And today we loped.
Up and down the yard.
My legs now feel like rubber.
My belly muscles are really reminding me they are there.
And my cheeks hurt from the big sh*t eating grin that has not left my face in umm... what four hours now? hehe
I'll allow some sitting around now, since not only is the horse cared for, the house tidied up, the children fed (again), and the dishes done (again.) And tomorrow? Well, you can bet that in the morning Sonny and I will be back out there, loping across the yard again.
I hate *HATE* exercise. So, instead of "exercise", I am using my horse to get me into shape.
Let's see how this works.....
And what are the rest of y'all up to???? Still too quiet out here!!