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Contemplating Joy

Monday, June 24, 2013

This morning something struck me in my Spark daily e-mail. It was the grin on the face of the "success story" featured blog. And it was MOBYCARP's blog about battling to maintain motivation. And it has been my own reaction (physical and mental) to the prospect of the overtime. It is the reminder of the JOY that comes with shedding weight and becoming active.

And it is the reminder of how much easier life is in the lower weight range than it was in the upper range! Not that life becomes perfect, it does not. All those things that drove you nuts at 225, still drive you nuts at 125.

BUT... you do different things with the nuts. And if you are wise, you pay attention to small details.

Last night, I got myself out the door. It was warm and the sun shone down, even though it was "late" in the day. It started out as a walk, just to get the 10,000 steps in. Moderate speed, I told myself. It's warm out here. I was wearing shorts, walking shorts, not running shorts. But I had on my Lincoln Marathon tech shirt, kind of my personal statement to myself that I'm NOT going to let this OT thing get me down.

I flipped on the Runkeeper app on my smart phone, as well as the tunes, and started down the sidewalk. I turned into the neighborhood park. When I got to the other side of the park, I had a choice to make. Loop back into the neighborhood, or cross the street and go "around the lake". Often this decision hinges on whether there is a break in traffic. It's a busy street.

There was a break, so I crossed the street. I was now committed to go by the golf course. I told myself I would go see the lake, but I could turn around after I had gone 15 minutes, to get my 30 minutes of walking, no matter what, in.

But something happened. I hit the ten minute mark and shortly thereafter made the turn into the walk-way between the golf course and the houses of the neighborhood. And my... legs... wanted... to jog. So... I... did. Intervals, right? 1 minute... then walk again?

You could almost see the stress get stripped away as this progressed. I stopped worrying about the time, and just jogged to the end of the lane where it would turn. I took a walk interval. I jogged slow and easy... and it came to me as the joy in motion grew... and as the stress melted away... that all those motivational speakers are right.

Right about what? That the hardest part of your workout is getting yourself to walk out the door to begin with. Once you start, the joy takes over. OK, this may not happen the very first time you work out (on the other hand, some people do become addicted at first outing)... BUT once you have done the hard work, this corner DOES turn... and you get to "here". Here, where the fit body has a mind of its own about what it wants to do.

If you have it with you, the music gets to you: Don't stop believing, the eye of the tiger, what makes you beautiful, walking on the sun, tubthumping, some nights... all the tunes I had downloaded as rewards for myself. They just pulled me along.

I finished that run/walk at 4.12 miles. "Just to get 10,000 steps in." But I got a whole lot more. Drenched in healthy sweat, I followed up with a shower and a proper bedtime.

Now it is Monday morning. I am armed for this work week. Let me savor and remember this workout. A good workout is a way to remind myself that fit is where I want to be... that for as long as I'm granted the ability to be active, I need this. Remember.

LIFE is good... Spark on! emoticon emoticon
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