My fitness journey sounds very corny, but I’m not sure what else to call it. I have never in my life been as “fit” as I am right now, but I still have a long way to go to meet my goals. So…I’m in progress, evolving, keeping on in my journey.
I was never an athlete, and never an exerciser. I always wanted to lose weight or fit in smaller clothes; I would look around at other people with envy. But my desire to be thin was never impetus enough to stick with anything. (I had one particularly vigorous go at running in college and I roped my roommate into it…she went on to lose 40 pounds and compete in triathlons. I lasted about a week before wimping out.)
My first ever organized sporting event was a 5K I ran when I was 35 or so…it felt really good to finish that race, even if it was finished very slowly. I still remember the first time I ran three miles without stopping- my kids were waiting at the end and I cried when I got there. Exercising brings out lots of things in us…it is empowering and emotional. I never knew it could be all these things. I always viewed it more as a superficial endeavor- a means to a skinny end. Unless you were an athlete I kind of thought of exercise as a vain hobby.
I’m happy to say I’ve come to know all the things exercise can be…and in the process I’ve grown as a person. I love to exercise now and I love feeling strong and healthy. Over the last couple years, I have tried different kinds of exercise and have learned a lot about nutrition, too. Like I said before, it’s ongoing. I’m not perfect, but the person I am now is so different from the person I was when I began. I still struggle to eat right and I have days when it’s really hard to get my workout in because I didn’t get up early and do it…but that’s ok. I’m making better choices all the time…choosing to be healthy and fit, choosing to be happy.