When I meet people and tell them what I do for a living, they assume, naturally, that I love to exercise and that I don’t struggle to get in my own workouts. I mean, I’m a trained professional! They aren’t entirely wrong, but they’re not one hundred percent right either.
I don’t usually have to chivvy myself into going for a bike ride—it makes me feel like I’m about nine, without a care in the world. As long as it’s not rainy and cold, I’m ready to hike, especially if I can bring my camera. When it’s easy to jump in a pool, I’m there.
However, there are plenty of kinds of exercise I do because they are good for me, or because they make me feel better when I’m done. I have been known to refer to my spin bike as the magic mood improvement machine. Yoga and Pilates are not always fun in the moment, but I always feel more relaxed and centered for having done them. Weight lifting bores the pants off me, but since I want my pants to fit and I want to be strong and powerful, I do it.
For me, there are a couple of key things that keep me showing up. One is habit. I get up in the morning, use the bathroom, brush my teeth, write my morning pages, and go walk the dog. When I get back from walking the dog, I stick some food in my face and do whatever the workout of the day is. Then I shower and get down to the rest of my life tasks. If I somehow get off track before my shower, I’m likely to skip the workout entirely. It has its place and I have to let the habit carry me along.
The other thing is to make it as much fun as possible. If my cardio had to be running, I would not do it. I don’t like running. But give me something with pedals and some loud music and I’m golden. I have the prettiest weight plates in existence—they’re brightly colored and fun. This makes me more inclined to play with my toys.
If all else fails, I have to remind myself that I am a grown up and I need to do the things that keep me happy and healthy. I don’t like it when I have to do that, because I prefer to pretend that I can be a kid forever. However, somebody has to be the mama around here and I guess that would be me.
What works for me may not work for anyone else. However, we all need to spend a little time thinking about what does work for us so we can live long and happy lives.
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