Exercise is no fun. The first 15 minutes I want to be anywhere but there. Sometimes I have to distract myself the whole time. Sometimes even five minutes there seems like an hour.
I’d love to have my week nights back too. All that time at the gym takes up a lot of my free time. I miss reading several books a week. I miss making art as much as I did before I started exercising. There are events I’d like to go to but I have to skip because they are when I need to work out.
Even though I’m not excited about exercise, I feel better after I do it. Some of the benefits are mental. Sometimes I like to joke that I work out for everyone else’s benefit because it makes me easier to be around. Perhaps more importantly, it makes it easier for me to be around myself. I feel out of sorts in body and mind when I don’t exercise.
I’ve come to see exercise as the same as dialysis. It gets the icky bits out and it isn’t optional. You have a choice how you spend your time. Work out now or be forced to go to physical therapy later.
I think the key is movement and the understanding that our bodies have to be maintained. They degrade in slow motion. Just like houses and cars, we have to take care of them for them to take care of us. It catches up with us when we don’t maintain our bodies. Sometimes we get a second chance and can turn things around. Or sometimes we develop a chronic disease that can’t be fixed. There are always repercussions to our actions as well as our inaction. Get moving. The life you save will be your own.