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60 Days or 10 Days?

Today, right after eating my lunch from McDonald’s, I started a MovNat 60/60 challenge. It’s 60 minutes of exercise for 60 days.

Yes, I see the absurdity of my choices. Why else would I write that? I mean, 60 days straight?? Who does that?
(Seriously, yes, I know, McDonalds)

I’ve been fascinated with MovNat fitness for years. I’ve even looked into attending workshops. (They are a little beyond my budget) But, honestly, me? 60 days? Ha! I’ll bet you I go 10 days tops.

MovNat is the official coaching method, fitness program and certification system developed by Erwan Le Corre for Natural Movement. It is a way of exercise, fitness, functional rehabilitation and physical education

It might sound like it’s an excuse to avoid “real” exercise. I don’t care what it sounds like. I care that I’m tired of feeling like I have a 55 year old musculoskeletal system in 41 year old skin. Maybe these natural movements will let me sit in a canoe for more than 15 minutes before I start complaining to the nearest person who happened to be my friend, R, stuck listening to me for 6 hours because how do you escape someone else’s whining when you’re in the same canoe?

I’ve made declarations, exclamations, proclamations and pledges before. I’ve had epiphanies, soul searches, and hit rock bottom before. I’ve written, preached and song the songs before. As I said, I probably won’t last 10 days. Lucky for you, I’m going to reveal all my humiliation and McDonalds trips here for your enjoyment.

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Today’s lunch followed by Day 1 of MovNat. I fear memorizing the movements because that means I won’t have a 10 minute break in between each exercise as I wait for the explanation videos to download.

Hurray for functional fitness!
Seriously, please, give me functional fitness.

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Balance In The Morning

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I must have seen the term MovNat somewhere without realizing it. I didn’t actually know what it meant when I started using it. It was just a concept that seemed completely instinctual. Sort of like how the concepts of Run Smiley and being barefoot seem natural.

MovNat.com says:
MovNat is a fitness concept that teaches you how to move naturally with ease, power and grace. You become very fit through the practice and that fitness is applicable to any area of life.

I don’t have formal training and haven’t attended a clinic, yet. I think of MovNat as kind of like remembering how to play. I keep my body moving and challenged the same way I see kids doing it. I don’t know if you noticed it, but kids are like ants. Their strength to body size ratio is a lot higher than most adults I know.

There is a park near our house. I find myself “exercising” there more often or stopping by after a run. My primary activity is seeing how quickly I can traverse the black boarder encapsulating the jungle gym. It requires balance, especially in the section that is broken and leans at an extreme angle. Can I get through without touching the ground? (Afterall, the ground might be burning hot lava!)

The best thing is that I never feel like I’m exercising. I just feel like I’m a kid who snuck out of the house early in the morning before anyone else woke up to play at the park.

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Wild Goose to Silly Goose

I pulled my car into the same hotel parking spot I’d vacated thirty minutes prior. I’d been on a wild goose chase for a trail head to the “greenways” in Wisconsin. I wished I had applied those thirty minutes to running on the sidewalk outside the hotel instead. The sun’s initial descent was punctuated by the dimmed daylight. Those thirty minutes lost in a wild goose chase would have been treasured running minutes under full daylight.

Regardless of greenway or greyway, I was going to run before dusk expired too. For a sidewalk, the environment wasn’t too awful, although, the grey concrete hadn’t absorbed enough sunlight bringing a halt to running bare. Shoes on, I then found myself impeded by a busy intersection. Being impatient with precious dusklight minutes passing by, I turned right to enter the rear drive of a shopping mall. There was no busy traffic but, the sidewalk also dematerialized.

Leery of cars that might turn right at the intersection behind me and might also not take note of a person running on the edge, I sprung up on the curb for a spell. It triggered an Anne Shirley memory.

“I knew a girl in Marysville who could walk the ridge-pole of a roof.” “I don’t believe it,” said Josie flatly. “I don’t believe anyone could walk a ridge-pole. You couldn’t anyhow.” “Couldn’t I?” cried Annie rashly. “Then I dare you to do it,” said Josie defiantly.

Well, we couldn’t let Josie Pye get the best of us. I accepted the dare minus the height of the house and Anne’s boots plus I would run across the curbs. Diana, Anne’s bosom friend, might have called me a silly goose.

Auspiciously, I didn’t crash through a tangle of Virginia creeper like Anne did. Positive circumstances such as wearing my Merrell minimalist shoes, being only 6 inches off the ground, and having grass on the left side kept me upright. No doubt, I had a lot more fun on the curb than Anne had on the ridge-pole.

While I may have regularly employed the ground to correct my balance, I found stabilizing my body as I ran over the curbs rewarding and smiley ;). It was invigorating to engage muscles all over my body. I concentrated without really thinking. When the curbs curved, I followed them in pointless pursuit. The more the run seemed directionless the more meaningful it became because it was fun.

I confess that I only ran on the curbs for 90% of the run. I also took advantage of my urban surroundings. I serpentined through a series of stately bushes and trees marshaling a parking lot. I leaped across a set of stone seats encircling a wobbly concrete table that shuddered gravely when I hopped away. I sprung off small boulders enriching a university parking lot. I imagined I was skate boarding down a ramp. Then rebelliously chuckled when I glimpsed a “No Skate Boarding Trespass” sign. Would anyone dare fine a runner? Dare to even scold one?

I passed people walking out to their cars at the end of a day’s work. They stared at me as they unlocked their cars or as they drove away. Despite the witnesses and the “Do Not” signs, I continued to run, bounce, jump, and balance. I have no doubt the beholders observing my antics concluded that I was a Silly Goose.

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