That’s quite a statement to make to a woman, who, in her sixties has decided to train three days a week and walk the other days.
My thoughts on the matter:
- Life is short. For many of us, fitness is something that contributes to living our best life. I don’t know about you, but I lived the opposite of my best life for long enough that I don’t ever want to go back. Anxious. Depressed. Stuck. Addicted. I’ll exercise, thank you very much.
- To people outside fitness, it can look like hamster-on-a-wheel kind of activity. Workout, repeat. Workout, repeat. Walk the loop, repeat. Walk the loop, repeat. Do those fitness people ever really get anywhere? We do! The way I look at it is as though I’m at the Guggenheim in New York City. To get to the art exhibit on the higher floors, you walk loop after loop. As you do, the incline takes you higher every time you go around. As I keep going in my fitness, I reach higher and higher within myself. I want that. I like that.
- I was more worried that life was too long. I’d lived life at a hundred miles an hour. This was my motto: "Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming -- WOW-- what a ride!" The problem was, I’d reached that by age 39. What do you do then?
- What I decided to do was act like I was going to live to be a hundred. That wasn’t easy with my back story, my rebellious kidneys and my possibly very bad genes. But I overrode all that and decided anyway. I realized if I lived to be a hundred, it was going to be pretty miserable because I wasn’t taking care of any part of myself. Not my mind, not my body, not my spirit. It was going to be a very long, drag out life if I didn’t change.
- Fitness magnifies hope. I know most of you think I’m a kid, since I am only fifty, but I understand aging and many of the fears that accompany it. I also know about empowerment, and what it looks like for a woman in her fifties, sixties and seventies to decide to be the fittest, highest version of herself possible. It’s pretty great.
- It’s pretty great!!
- And since it is so great, I am sorry that there are non-believers out there who would rather rain on your happy life fitness parade than pick up some weights for themselves. I wish I could convert everyone. But there will always be folks who don’t get it. Don’t worry about it. Spend more time with people who do.
- One of the odd truths of fitness is when you add exercise to your life, you don’t have less time in a day, you have more. This cannot be explained, only experienced. I don’t know if it is the energy, the “I did it” factor, the happy brain chemicals, the fresh air, time with fitness friends to vent and release stress or a combination of all of these. All I know is I have more time on the days I exercise.
- Diseases stink and the number one thing you can do to prevent them is exercise. Remember, you don’t get to know the ones you prevented. You just have to have faith that the work you are doing is so, so good for you.
- Life is too short not to be your very best self. For me personally, that includes exercise. Haters gonna hate. (I can’t believe I just wrote that.) All we can do is pray for them to come to know the joy, hope and empowerment that comes with knowing what to do…and doing it.