Rock your body

Just got done watching this weeks Netflixed movie, Whip It. I loved every sweet bit. But, as I sat there, butt glued to the coach watching these awesome women with their wonderful pun names (Smashley Simpson, Smother Theresa, Jabba the Slut!) skate and jump and smash and move, I was oh so painfully aware that I use my body to type and sit and walk from the coach to the fridge.

I take no joy in the physical. My world has always been full of books and ideas played out in my mind, not the thrill of a good run or a killer jumpshot. Gym class was something to be avoided, team sports weren't even up for consideration.

The only thing I ever loved was judo. When I was about 8 my Dad signed me up for judo (I wanted ballet). Best choice my parents ever made for me. For a kid, I was good. Really good. And I really loved flipping people twice my size over my head. My last judo class was when I was 11, and I still miss that feeling of pushing myself until my body would just flow without a thought.

I want to do something with my body. Forget exercise. For me, exercise is the thing you make yourself do because you don't want to die young, and you can't afford to buy new jeans if you start to bulge beyond the constrains of your old ones. I want that feeling, that joy, that rush, that power. I want to make my body a part of me, not just the thing that hauls around my thinking bits.