but I always regret it when I don’t…
I’ve been talking about having fallin into the pit of despair and climbing back out again, and it’s a yearly thing that I’m working on halting this year. One of the things that happens when I fall into this pit is whatever I’ve worked to gain athletically, I lose because I stop doing whatever I was doing, be it running, cycling, or swimming.
Every year, I have to start all over…because I’m stupid. (A smart person keeps working out because they know it’s easier to maintain than to build back up.)
Two weeks ago I got an unexpected txt from a friend that wanted to go to the gym and go swimming. I didn’t think of them as a gym person or a swimmer, but I got excited…that night at 9pm, I renewed the gym membership that I hadn’t used in over 2 years and when I did have it I think I maybe used it twice.
Ever since then, we’ve been getting up early, we either go to the gym and swim or do the stair stepper or we go running on the local river trail.
I hate 5am, I hate 4:30am more…we won’t even talk about 4am…
But here’s what I know, once I’m up and out the door, I’m ok. If I get out of bed when that alarm goes off, I’m going to be good. It’s the best thing in the world for me. I never regret getting out of bed, even if I have an attitude when I do get out. My day always turns out better having gone to the gym or for a run or a ride.
But if I don’t get out of bed, I regret it. Big time. Wednesday was one of those times. I was supposed to be up at 4 and at the gym at 4:30 to swim with a different friend, not my usual gym partner. I woke up at 5:56 and the day went down hill from there. For both me and my usual gym partner (who I had excused from waking up way early early to swim with me and other friend). The day was just completely rotten from the moment I did get out of bed (8:10) till my work day ended.
The consequences of not regularly exercising be it at the gym or cycling or running go beyond the general “having a bad day”. It affects everything…my blood sugars, my mood, let’s talk about my mood for a moment, exercise produces endorphins, endorphins make people happy, and happy people don’t kill people (Legally Blonde reference), not that I’ve ever killed a person, but I get into a mood where I’d like it if all people that were annoying me that day would die. I’m a calmer more happier person when I have a workout thrown into my day. It’s just better for everyone all around if I go to the gym. And it’s exercise, which just in general makes us a healthier people.
The bed is a warm and comfy place and I love nothing more than to be wrapped up in my covers in dream land, but as I’m trying to get my act together and start taking care of myself it’s important that I take the time to do things like start my day right and go to the gym or a run. I never regret it when I do it, but I always regret it when I don’t. (This has never mattered before, but it matters now.)