I did something this morning I would have dreaded in my 20’s (I can’t even say a few years ago anymore, how sad is that?! I’m OLD! Anyway….) I ran to the gym, took a step class, stayed for BodyPump and then ran home. I was engaged in physical activity from 7:15 AM until 9:45 AM.
I know. I know.
Believe me. I can’t stress enough how this was not only out of the question for me 10 years ago, but I made fun of people who did it. I remember rolling my eyes at friends who went running while on vacation. I mean WHO runs on vacation? You’re on VACATION!
Now, I do it routinely. Heck! I look forward to the change in scenery.
I dreaded, despised, hated and loathed any type of exercise for as long as I can remember. Even as a kid I would fake an injury to get out of running laps in gym.
My point is… I am an exercise immigrant.
Working out and physical activity didn’t come natural to me. I didn’t play sports as a kid. I never found joy in pushing myself physically. I just didn’t “get it.”
But then I started nudging myself out of my comfort zone. I found physical things I actually enjoyed and stopped forcing myself to do things I thought I should be doing.
“An hour of basketball feels like 15 minutes. An hour on a treadmill feels like a weekend in traffic school.” ~ David Walters
It’s all about finding your “basketball!”
That’s the ticket in. The first domino. The rolling ball.
Exercise is simply moving. Sometimes I think we try to make it more complicated than that.
Funny thing is… when you do start to move more, momentum can take over. 6 years ago I started walking with my (first) baby, something I still love to do, and now I look for every excuse I can to get to the gym or go for a run.
You don’t think walking can lead to other things?
I wouldn’t have believed it either.
Update (3 years later): Now I CrossFit and Olympic lift 6 days a week. Don’t estimate the power of a small step!