So you may have made a fitness goal to usher in this impossible-sounding year, 2020. Or you’ve been dabbling in fitness for a while. Or you’re a regular exerciser.
No matter where you are with fitness, the days–or the weeks, because sometimes it’s weeks–will come when you just don’t wanna. At all.
Maybe that exercise glow isn’t as strong. Maybe you’re achy. Or maybe your couch/bed is calling.
Only you know whether it’s a can’t or don’t wanna situation.
Pushing through those don’t wannas, even if you whine the whole time you’re doing it, gives you a special sense of accomplishment. Pushing through those don’t wannas, knowing there are times they will beckon far more loudly than the “you can do its” makes you feel like you’ve climbed a mountain, even if your workout is climbing mountains.
Then it’s like climbing two mountains.
Sometimes I think of exercise as medicine it takes 30 minutes to ingest. And I always, always, always feel better afterward.
Even if I don’t wanna.
Especially if I don’t wanna.
And this is after a week of don’t wanna. And here’s the thing about that: eventually you turn the corner and wanna. And you’ve stuck with it.
And that’s pretty cool.
Anyway, have a great Wednesday. Maybe get in a workout, if you’re able.
We all have one. Or maybe you’re that one special magical human narwhal, and yes I know narwhals are real but they probably shouldn’t be, and where was I again?
Oh right. Do the thing.
You might be that one person who doesn’t have that thing nagging at you, that thing hanging over your head like a sassily-swinging sword, that thing you just don’t want to do. If you are that person, please write a how-to manual immediately.
But for those of us mere mortals, we have that task. The thing. Today is the day.
Do the thing.
I’m going to do my thing. We don’t even have to talk about what that thing is, because often, that thing that looms so largely for us would seem trivial to someone else.
That’s OK. We’re all different.
But let’s end the day without that sword above. It really opens up the view.
After the holiday week last week, I feel like the days are a little muddled. Not me. It’s definitely the days.
It’s brilliantly sunny today, so bright it’s as though the gray never was, and I woke up with a haze of stress that hasn’t dissipated. I can’t pinpoint it, either.
It’s not like the world is rolling merrily along at the moment.
I had the impeachment hearings on for a second, only long enough to hear a smug professor make a joke about his dog being angry, and that just soured me on the day.
Imagine taking all the information that has come out, knowing that people actually died in Ukraine waiting on aid that would only be released for personal gain, and deciding the best course of action to talk about the legal implications of the proceedings was to make a joke about your dog.
I am so tired of serious things not being taken seriously so that people can avoid accountability. What happened to the party of “personal responsibility?” Oh right.
They never meant themselves.
I’m off to stew and hopefully to edit between the stewing. Have a great Wednesday.