Somewhere along the way in the last year or so I started working out less… and less… and less. Until it was to the point where I was lucky if I did yoga on my living room floor once every couple of weeks. Which was fine I guess – until I started getting really out of breath doing little things … like carrying groceries in from the car, or running to catch the bus. (Oof.) And all of that just made me start to feel old… (especially since I’m turning 30 in a few months). I know.. I know… 30 isn’t “old” – say all of you people older than 30 out there. And I’m aware. But it’s still a big milestone for me – and it has made me really start to reevaluate my life, and my health – and all sorts of things.
Anyway – so last week when I was feeling especially stressed and antsy, I decided I would get on the treadmill at our office during my lunch break to blow off some steam. (Yes, we have a treadmill at work. Yes, it’s random. I know.) But you know what? …I felt way better afterwards. So the next day I brought gym clothes to work and spent 30 minutes after work on the treadmill – and I felt even better than the day before! (Mind you – I was only walking on the treadmill… but still!)
Then suddenly I remembered what it was like to work out and have feel-good endorphins flowing through me for hours afterwards. I remembered what it was like to come home and be relaxed, and sane, and calm. (Because I’m one of those people – those “high energy, go-go-go, in need of a work out to burn off some of my extra crazy” people.) So now, I decided that I’m going to keep this up. That even if I’m just walking on a treadmill for 30 minutes a few times a week – it’s better than nothing. Right? Right!
And in case you’re wondering… yes, I have gym membership. And yes – James works at a gym. But if I actually require that many steps between work and getting to the gym (packing my bag, remembering my lock and my iPod, taking the train to the gym from work, arranging for James to pick me up at the gym at a certain time so I can actually get home), then there is no way I’ll actually get to the gym. (Not to mention I just don’t have the time for all of that most weeks.) This way all I have to do is change, round the corner into the filing room in my office, hop on the treadmill – and Voila – I’m on my way to a quick workout. 🙂
Here’s to hoping I can keep this up. It’s about as low maintenance as working out can get – so I better be able to!
(Check out that sexy view from the treadmill! haha… not. so. much.)
