Tuesday, April 09, 2013
I admit that getting back on the fitness track I was once dedicatedly in has been difficult. I was the one who would literally fall out of bed, tug on socks and walking shoes, and hit the pavement for 30 – 40 minutes. Get it over with. First things first before something – or somebody—too time away from me. I’d always was energized after these peaceful excursions... no one out but a few hearty souls taking that solid time for him- or herself before the day interfered. And I remember these days fondly, as I really reach back and touch the memory. I was one who had to have the early morning solitude to ruminate, meditate, and pray; the only sounds the companionable brushing of the soles of my shoes against the asphalt.
The last few months, I’d been thinking about it than the actual execution of it. Mind you, walking was the very first activity I’d fallen in love with. I didn’t have to compete against anyone but myself. The initial self-consciousness I had because I just knew folks were staring at me abated. I just completely enjoyed my steady dates and got to know me better. Afterwards, I was in a great mood every day.
Now, I am challenged because for the last six or seven months I’d been glued to the bed with a TV control in my hand. As if it was yesterday, I recall the surging of blood throughout my body as I hiked up some steep hills, always pushing to do my walks a little faster, and the natural energy I’d achieved not accessible from a cup of my morning coffee. I was on top of the world with my singular actions.
At 51, I’d let myself -- not planning to – go. My strength had decreased, my drive given in to laziness, and my body just dressed by larger clothes. I know I can do this – I’d done it a few times before. But the answer is moving. The answer is not giving in to procrastination. The answer is allowing me to be more significant, as much of a priority as things and people around me
First things first. Just like a banana, I must peel myself off the bed and just do it.