M. Suzanne Terry

Today is the last day of the 31 Days of Movement.

I haven’t blogged every day, but I have definitely blogged more than I figured I would. I consider this success.

[Aside – Carmen Sandiego and a followup gumshoe looking for the clue she left just walked into my building. When the PI walked in and asked if I’d seen her, I said, “No.  Yes. I don’t…here,” and handed him the clue.  I like to think this is exactly what Daria would do. It’s nice when I can blame my social weirdness on being in character with my costume.]

I have noticed a few changes.  I am more likely to walk when my destination is close enough to do so. My clothes are a little looser, which is nice. I am less likely to eat terrible-for-me things when I make an effort to move because I am more mindful of what I just did to work it off. And I am astounding residents with my ability to guess how many six-minute miles their walks to class might be.

[Lol – uni-giraffe.  She couldn’t decide, so she is both. Although a fellow desk clerk and I agree that girafficorn is a better term for it.]

Wednesday, I had meetings across campus.  Instead of driving, like I normally would choose to do, I walked.  Up the hill and through the construction dust I walked. I think I should get extra credit for that.

[There is a ninja in my lobby. I think.  He’s so stealthy I just can’t tell.]

Yesterday, I practiced some of the moves from what has become one of my favorite books – Ballecore.* It was designed by a member of the Boston Ballet faculty and combines three of my favorite things – ballet, Pilates, and Hatha yoga – into one program. It’s thorough, and I love it.

[A resident sang, “Watch out for that tree!” perfectly.  Fortunately, he was not dressed as George of the Jungle. That would have been awkward.]

Today is dance day, and as it’s the last dance day of the month, naturally, I have Last Dance stuck in my head. So dance with me! Join in the celebration!

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