Here's the crazy thing about health....once you make it a priority, you start to realize how much unnecessary garbage that you've been harboring...and then the real you, comes out, front and center.
And I'm not just talking about a physical health transformation...I'm talking about shedding light on any area of your life that has been dark for a while.
Whether that's a miserable job, a failed relationship, financial challenges, a spiritual dearth. You name it, there are many ways that we can reclaim health in our lives. And the beautiful part of the process is that once you reconnect with even one component, you begin to feel passion and excitement about the others.
On my long run this morning, the sun was shining, the temperature was envious for a February day and I couldn't help but take in everything. The snow on the ground. The birds chirping. The apparent lovers running while holding hands (okay, this one seemed a little creepy and a bit of a safety hazard), and the old man with his walker traversing the golf course with a big smile on his face.
Health is good. Because ultimately, whether you make a choice to shed weight, to build muscle, to tell your boss to fuck off, to demand more of your relationship, to stop yelling at your kids, or to find time to be with God....you are investing in your soul. And you know it when it's happening because it feels good and you want more of it. More time to rediscover you.
And the truth is...time is love. So, take care of yourself. You're the only true advocate for your life. Celebrate it.
Showing posts with label Fitness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fitness. Show all posts
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Patience & Persistence
I've really got to pull my 'big girl' pants up and stop whining.
This morning, I trekked the 3 kids to the gym and started around the track. My goal was to run 2 miles, walk 1 and then run the final 2. Nice fantasy.
Half-way through the first mile, my side started to ache, my pants felt like they were going to fall down (the joys of being in between sizes) and my confidence was plummeting. So, I jumped on a treadmill and thought, "I'll finish this out here and be just fine." That's of course, when I doomed myself.
It is so true that it takes moments to jump off the fitness band wagon and what feels like decades to get back on it...and in many respects, after you've left, it's almost as though you have to prove yourself worthy, before you get an invitation to rejoin the club.
I'm trying to stay positive, patient and persistent especially since it's only been a few weeks, but damn...it's hard.
This morning, I trekked the 3 kids to the gym and started around the track. My goal was to run 2 miles, walk 1 and then run the final 2. Nice fantasy.
Half-way through the first mile, my side started to ache, my pants felt like they were going to fall down (the joys of being in between sizes) and my confidence was plummeting. So, I jumped on a treadmill and thought, "I'll finish this out here and be just fine." That's of course, when I doomed myself.
It is so true that it takes moments to jump off the fitness band wagon and what feels like decades to get back on it...and in many respects, after you've left, it's almost as though you have to prove yourself worthy, before you get an invitation to rejoin the club.
I'm trying to stay positive, patient and persistent especially since it's only been a few weeks, but damn...it's hard.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Reclaiming Me in My 30's
God, it's hard to be here.
Eighteen months ago, I was in the best shape of my life. Push-ups, burpies, mountain climbers, running, ab work...I could do it, and felt good in the process (well, as good as anyone can feel sweating their arse off).
And now, post the birth of my third child and her year marker, I am rebuilding all over again.
I find it intriguing that everywhere I turn, I find women my age, in their 30's committing to marathons, triatholons, adventure races, and cycling. It's inspiring...but begs the question, why now? Why not in our 20's when our bodies could bounce back 10-times faster and we had a lot more disposable time/energy before the demands of children?
After pondering this conundrum (while soaking in the tub and downing massive quantities of ibuprofren)...I've decided it's because, we don't give a shit what the world says...we're ready to reclaim ourselves and to own a corner of some part of the world....primarily, our fitness. We want to see that we can achieve the unattainable and reconnect our souls to our bodies.
My 20's were fraught with wondering what I should do...professionally and personally....taking cues from failed relationships, jobs that weren't satisfying and magazine ads. So it's no wonder that after birthing 3 babies in my 30's...I am ready to recapture me....the authentic me.
So to that end, I will carve out my training schedule for the half marathon, huff and puff through my cardio conditioning classes, and trust that there is a light at the end of the path. Anyone up for spinning?
Eighteen months ago, I was in the best shape of my life. Push-ups, burpies, mountain climbers, running, ab work...I could do it, and felt good in the process (well, as good as anyone can feel sweating their arse off).
And now, post the birth of my third child and her year marker, I am rebuilding all over again.
I find it intriguing that everywhere I turn, I find women my age, in their 30's committing to marathons, triatholons, adventure races, and cycling. It's inspiring...but begs the question, why now? Why not in our 20's when our bodies could bounce back 10-times faster and we had a lot more disposable time/energy before the demands of children?
After pondering this conundrum (while soaking in the tub and downing massive quantities of ibuprofren)...I've decided it's because, we don't give a shit what the world says...we're ready to reclaim ourselves and to own a corner of some part of the world....primarily, our fitness. We want to see that we can achieve the unattainable and reconnect our souls to our bodies.
My 20's were fraught with wondering what I should do...professionally and personally....taking cues from failed relationships, jobs that weren't satisfying and magazine ads. So it's no wonder that after birthing 3 babies in my 30's...I am ready to recapture me....the authentic me.
So to that end, I will carve out my training schedule for the half marathon, huff and puff through my cardio conditioning classes, and trust that there is a light at the end of the path. Anyone up for spinning?
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