Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Everyone seems to be preoccupied with measuring. How many minutes did you do today? How far have you run this week? How many calories are in that lunch you had? It almost seems like it is a victory when we run faster, lift more or use the arc trainer for 15 minutes more. Sometimes though the victory isn't about a new record, sometimes it is just about getting there. Let me give you an example.
Today was not a particularly great day. I was very tired when I went to bed last night, cats woke me up a half dozen times, so the morning came by much too fast. All day at work I was complaining about "having" to go to the gym. I didn't want to work out, I was looking for an excuse not to work out, was hoping that a giant meteor would fall from the sky and land on the gym, closing it for the day. Well, five o'clock rolled around and I changed into my workout clothes and went to the gym (I was a bit disappointed that I didn't see any meteor damage) and crawled onto the recumbent bike.
Was it my worst day in the gym? Hardly. Nor was it my best. But I tell you one thing, I got there and I worked out. A little ashamed to say that I felt much better when done, but today it wasn't about measuring. Today it was just about getting there. Today the battle was fighting the urge to go home and sit on the couch. Some days it is just like that.
Like most, I am on a long journey to fitness. It took me 30 years to get like this and I am not going to get into shape in just a few months. I had a coach once tell me that the best workouts, the ones that help you the most physically and mentally are the ones you have when everything seems to be a battle. As I sit here tonight, getting ready for a good night's sleep, I am glad I shook off the excuses and worked out.
This long journey will be mostly good days with a few bad days sprinkled in to exercise my character, and you know, sometimes it is just about getting there.