It’s been over five months
and I still don’t love exercising. I wouldn’t even say that I like it. But
there is something that I like about
the process that gets me there. For
instance, I like walking into the building that the gym is located in. I
suppose the gym is just such an unlikely place for me to be at that walking in
there makes me feel like I’m about to do something new and exciting. I
especially like making my way down the hallway to the gym. I have to get there
early in the morning (another part I don’t particularly care for), but I do
love the soothing music that fills the hallway and literally surrounds me each
time. It makes me perk up and feel happy to be alive.
Although I plan to finally
be able to pronounce myself a ‘real’ jogger this month, I can’t say with
confidence yet that I actually like jogging. I like the ‘idea’ of jogging, but
jogging itself is still not a walk in the park for me. I still dread the first
18 minutes of my jogs. Even with a warm-up, for the first 10 minutes, my lower
legs feel rusty and they hurt, and I wonder if I can really make it to the end,
and when it’s going to finally feel easier. By the last 7 minutes, the pain is
gone and I’m finally in a mental zone where I feel like I can do it. I like the
cold, fresh air that hits my sweaty face while I jog. I like the fact that I
don’t huff and puff anymore when I jog these days. But the jog itself is still
something I’m still getting used to.
I like the deep feeling of
accomplishment when I’m done, and the notion that if I keep this up, I may even
dare to run someday (hmm …). My current trainer isn’t terribly enamored with
jogging/running. He would rather I walked briskly on a fluctuating incline
because of all the injuries that can be associated with jogging/running. I’ve
managed to negotiate with him, though, so he lets me jog. I don’t get the same
sense of achievement from brisk walking, and so I fought to be able to jog. But
I can’t say I actually like jogging.
In my typical fashion, I
once searched for experiences of other joggers to see how they handled things.
My sister asked me if I really thought anyone
just gets up and starts sprinting in a day (lol). Well, of course not. Although she claims it used to be hard for her
at first, too, that’s really hard for me to even visualize, given her fitness
level today. I found something really encouraging in the comment box of some
post about exercise. An older guy wrote in, saying that he’s been a consistent
gym-goer for the last 30 years or so, and not once in all that time has he
particularly wanted to go to the gym
each day.
Oh.
So, not all ‘gym rats’ are
necessarily in love with the place, nor with exercise. Some things just get
done because they need to get done.
Interestingly and surprisingly,
my aversion to exercise has not prevented me from forming a habit: I have this
habit of being where I said I’d be at a certain time, three days a week. Whatever
happens once I get there (and my not necessarily liking what happens) doesn’t
matter so much. My habit of just getting there is slowly but surely creating
the results that I want to achieve.
Divorce is a path that I
personally chose, presented as I was with a certain set of circumstances. Although
I could not have anticipated this ‘uncoupling’ in a million years, I have no doubt
that I would make the same choice all over again, given the same set of
circumstances. Yet, there are a lot of things that I don’t like about divorce. But,
similar to jogging, there are many processes sparked by divorce, which I find
myself engaged in (or a driver of), and which leave me with a similar sense of
accomplishment in the end.
It would be easy to allow
the things I don’t ‘like’ to get in my way and distract me from my goal. I want
to try and remember, though, not to place an inordinate amount of emphasis on
these things. In the grand scheme of things, they don’t matter. They are just distractions along the way that
can easily be taken care of with the right dose of consistency. All I really
need is to be consistent in remembering and upholding this fact. Once I’ve made
a habit of it, the habit will take on a life of its own, eventually creating
the results I want to achieve. Ultimately, I just want to lead a peaceful,
joyful life. Whether I ‘like’ certain things or not along the way, I’ll achieve
this goal simply through my consistency in putting good habits (thought patterns
and other actions) to work. No need to over-think it.
Such deep lessons from a seemingly 'regular task'...taken 3 immediately for life's journey..thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, kiki. 3 is a really good one.
DeleteSo true. I have gone back to an old habit I used to have of memorizing scripture. It's fun! I wanted it to be a habit and you are absolutely right. Consistency creates habit. X
ReplyDeleteI need to get back to that old habit, too! I feel like I don't quite have the same kind of retentive memory I used to have years ago. These days, I can't remember anything! Whatever scripture I know by heart today is the stuff I memorized in my teens and 20s ... But nothing is impossible.
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