For me exercise was always something that other people did. It was something that a lot of people had told me was a good idea, but I didn’t actually think it applied to me. I may have actually looked down on people who did exercise, those poor saps sweating on the treadmill or attempting to make themselves the size of walk-in wardrobes by lifting weights.
I sense you’re thinking of me as somewhat of a prick, and you know what you probably wouldn’t be far off. I can assure you that any attitude I had against exercise was not down to an over inflated ego, or some pity vengeance it was down to nothing more than simple fear, a fear of accepting what should have been pretty obvious to me.
I am unhealthy, very unhealthy in fact considering I’m only 32 years old. I’m not a 400 stone goliath in risk of having to have the walls of my house removed, but I am unhealthy. I’ve dieted to lose a fair amount of weight about five years ago and I quit smoking six years ago, but I never exercised to repair any of that damage. Yet, despite all this I somehow fooled myself into thinking that I didn’t need to do any exercise.
Then suddenly, all my misgivings and petty arguments against exercise disappeared, and I knew that I had to go to a gym and get in shape. What could it have been that caused such a rapid shift in thought, what event so monumental in nature could have changed my mind so completely? I’m going to get in shape for my upcoming wedding. I am now around 13 stone, and need to lose around 1.5 stone by August 10th 2013.
So I now cycle 45 mins to the gym, spend an hour there and then cycle home and you know what? I bloody enjoy it. I honestly never thought I would do. I mean, what is so good about getting hot and sweaty and probably sore by the following morning? (Not like that you dirty buggers!) It can only be the adrenaline or something but it does feel really good, and I can’t wait toI go back. Even weirder is that I miss it when I don’t go, I have been away from home for the past week and haven’t been able to get to the gym, and I actually miss the gym and feel like I’m cheating by not going.
If more pros were needed, I find that when I am on the exercise bike or the treadmill it is the perfect time to try to iron out any plot wrinkles and characters. There’s little else you can do except think so you might as well take advantage of it.
So, what was the purpose of this post? I’m honestly not sure. It’s certainly a pro-exercise post, but there are enough of those around that perform that function way better than this one. So you can either think of this post as yet more random scribblings from someone with the urge to write something, or an announcement “Now I’ve announced my plan there is more driving force for me to succeed”. I don’t mind which you choose, it’s all good for me.
Anyone else out there just discovered the benefits of exercise?
- More exercise and feeling better for it (minkyweasel.com)
- Exercising My Demons (mishmelbourne.wordpress.com)