Have you ever known that you need to work out, known that you will feel better if you do, known that a better mood/outlook/world view is just a workout away?
Me too.
I've been working out in one form or another my entire life. Even before it was cool to work out I did. I have done gymnastics, swum (albeit briefly, for my high school swim team - the butterfly was my stroke of choice), run (though I have the body of a sprinter, I've never been fast, so I have always done distance), danced (Modern, Jazz, random styles too, and at the occasional wedding), Tae Bo'd (serious crush on Billy Blanks lasted nearly a decade), Jazzercised (at the behest of my dance teacher who was a nut and did Jazzercise 6 days a week), hiked (I am in the company of experts with a husband who is doing the John Muir trail this summer, but they're patient, thank goodness), skiied (ok, short story but I like to go fast with many skills yet to develop- need for speed nearly got me killed, beneath the chair lift, of course, sliding over a patch of ice once time...), yoga'd (every kind but hot, which I refuse to do because it is counter to my view of yoga's purpose, which is to relax and rejuvenate, which, sweating your ass off in an oversized sauna while practicing Proud Warrior does not accomplish), Tai Chi'd, Qi Gong'd, meditated (Transcendental, Mindfulness, misc. styles), walked, stretched, isometric'd, cycled (sometimes stationery, sometimes on the road or a dirt path), sailed and sport fished in my life.
I like to move.
But sometimes, like today, I have lead in my pants. I know I should move. I know I'll feel better if I do. I have almost put my gym or walking clothes on multiple times then been distracted, opted for a short nap, decided to do a little more client work, study a bit, etc., instead.
Why do I do this?
That, my friends, is what is known as a rhetorical question. No answers are required, nor are they expected, and they certainly aren't deserved because I KNOW better and just can't seem to get over the hump and DO something healthy for myself.
Seriously, I thought I would grow up one day, but not so much it seems.
Hugs,
Stevie
Me too.
I've been working out in one form or another my entire life. Even before it was cool to work out I did. I have done gymnastics, swum (albeit briefly, for my high school swim team - the butterfly was my stroke of choice), run (though I have the body of a sprinter, I've never been fast, so I have always done distance), danced (Modern, Jazz, random styles too, and at the occasional wedding), Tae Bo'd (serious crush on Billy Blanks lasted nearly a decade), Jazzercised (at the behest of my dance teacher who was a nut and did Jazzercise 6 days a week), hiked (I am in the company of experts with a husband who is doing the John Muir trail this summer, but they're patient, thank goodness), skiied (ok, short story but I like to go fast with many skills yet to develop- need for speed nearly got me killed, beneath the chair lift, of course, sliding over a patch of ice once time...), yoga'd (every kind but hot, which I refuse to do because it is counter to my view of yoga's purpose, which is to relax and rejuvenate, which, sweating your ass off in an oversized sauna while practicing Proud Warrior does not accomplish), Tai Chi'd, Qi Gong'd, meditated (Transcendental, Mindfulness, misc. styles), walked, stretched, isometric'd, cycled (sometimes stationery, sometimes on the road or a dirt path), sailed and sport fished in my life.
I like to move.
But sometimes, like today, I have lead in my pants. I know I should move. I know I'll feel better if I do. I have almost put my gym or walking clothes on multiple times then been distracted, opted for a short nap, decided to do a little more client work, study a bit, etc., instead.
Why do I do this?
That, my friends, is what is known as a rhetorical question. No answers are required, nor are they expected, and they certainly aren't deserved because I KNOW better and just can't seem to get over the hump and DO something healthy for myself.
Seriously, I thought I would grow up one day, but not so much it seems.
Hugs,
Stevie
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