I don’t really talk about fitness much, because, well, there are other places that do it way better than I can. Plus, I figure not too many people outside of my immediate family/friend circle are actually too concerned about my stats, and that’s cool with me. But, here I am. Put it in the record books.
I’ve been off and on active for the better part of a decade–inevitably, something comes along before I get too fit, and I get off track. A year is probably the longest I’ve ever gone with some level of regular (albeit, not intense) activity.
My niece was kind enough to drag me to a Pure Barre class a couple of weeks ago. It’s effin hard. And, strangely, I got hooked–I don’t know why, but I’m completely addicted. After several classes, I started NOT purchasing a scone every time I walked by the bakery. A couple of weeks of class led to me thinking, “Hmm, I sure feel better. I bet some regular cardio would increase this nice feeling.” Consequently, I’ve been walk/jogging for a week or so.
I jogged 8 minutes in a row the other day–just over a quarter mile. I know it’s not a lot, but it’s the most I’ve ever been able to jog, and I’m really proud. Next week, I’ll be able to go ten. Who knows what I’ll be able to do a month from now.
What I finally (think) I’ve figured out, is that it’s going to hurt, and it’s going to be uncomfortable–but you can push past that, push past your mind telling your how completely angry your muscles are. And then, twenty minutes in, there’s the glorious endorphin rush you’ve been reading about for years. It’s real! It exists! It’s just a few minutes past where you’ve–I’ve–always quit before. And it’s pretty much awesome. My stress level is falling daily.
I really, really mean this–if I can jog a quarter of a mile, you can do anything. So, whatever it is you want to do, or dream of doing…just take one step. Just one–and then another. Don’t think about the end result, just think about how you can improve yourself, or work toward your goal, today.