I have a confession to make. I have gotten kind of hard-core on one thing lately: working out. And it's been beneficial in more than one way!
For the past 5 years or so, I have managed to do some sort of workout a few times a week. I just feel better when my body gets to do something besides sit in a chair for hours upon hours a day. But the last 6 months or so, I have stepped up the intensity and frequency of my workouts and have seen a big uptick in my energy, and my sex drive. It's no coincidence I assure you.
I think the key for someone that has a short attention span and gets bored easily like me is to keep variety a key factor in your workout plan. For example, this week I've done a strength/endurance class, TurboKick, Spin, and Hip Hop. All are very different in format and vary in intensity and focus area, but each one gets me sweaty and makes me feel like I've accomplished something when I leave the gym. That to me is more important than how many calories I burn or how many miles I go.
In addition to the sweat I get on at the gym, I'm more inclined to be enthusiastic about getting sweaty in other ways as well. It's empowering to me to know that I can and do enjoy a very active sex session and that I have the endurance, energy, and ability to get creative with positions and duration. Being able to give and receive additional levels of pleasure is certainly I side effect of working out that I welcome.
Twin has even started joining me on my trips to the gym when he is town. He says it's to be able to keep up with me and to lessen his fear of dying of a heart attack while we are in throws of sexy time. I appreciate his efforts and encourage him for my own sake. I don't want him to start slacking in the bedroom! Nothing good comes from that. Pun intended!
On a side note and to better explain my song choice for this SCF, most of the workouts I do are group classes so you find yourself in the company of some interesting people of varying levels of proficiency. I thought I was being punked in hip hop class last night because this enthusiastic, over make-up'd redhead that settled in next to me had no rhythm. I'm not talking like being a little awkward or taking a minute to catch on to the choreography, I'm talking zero rhythm. Clapping two beats after the rest of us, missing every turn by a solid 10 seconds, facing backwards when we were facing front...the entire class time! It was distracting to say the least!
So today's song is by Seether: Careless Whisper (Yes I know George Michael did it first but I like that this one rocks) because "guilty feet have got no rhythm" ... her feet must have been really guilty!!