Wednesday, January 16, 2013
I live in a community where people take their fitness very seriously. At any given time of the day or night, you WILL see people out and about in all parts of the neighborhood walking, jogging, running, biking or whatever. (One day there was even this guy on a unicycle with a guitar headed to the hookah bar but that's another story)
. Anyway, I grew up in a different part of the country, where we didn't take our fitness so seriously. We celebrated life at a much slower pace, and food and drink were common companions to any situation. Got a new job? Let's go out for dinner and drinks!
. Divorced your spouse? Let's do dinner and drinks.
. Somebody died? Dinner for a whole week...and LOTS of drinks
I always said if I lived in a community where people were more active, it would force me to be active too. Fast forward. I moved half-way across the country and smack dab into living in an active community, and working in a walking city. I did become more active. But I noticed that some of these jokers took this fitness thing way too seriously. People actually go outside and walk/jog/run in the cold? In the rain?
AND in the snow?
It's just not that serious, I said
And then yesterday...as I (willingly) trudged a mile uphill in a coat, carrying a backpack, donning ear warmers and gloves, carrying an umbrella (when I could've easily boarded a train and gotten there quicker), I realized...I am one of those people. How the hell did I get here??? But I smiled. I was happy with the realization. I AM one of those people. And my fitness IS that serious