So last night I was reading a post from one of my favorite bloggers when I suddenly realized something about myself.
In my hazy, not feeling well state yesterday, I’d skipped the gym. And I’d skipped the gym for about two weeks before that, while I was home in Vegas for the holidays. Sure I’d gone on a lot of long, slow walks and 1 or 2 short runs around the neighborhood, but that was pretty much it, and not every day. In fact, a number of days I out and out didn’t even try to fit in a workout, period. I had other things on my mind, like spending time with my family and eating an exorbitant amount of my mom’s home cooking.
The only reason this even suddenly registers as something out of the ordinary is because a few years ago I’d have absolutely, 100% made sure to squeeze in time to hit treadmill. Running was something I had to do, and without it I felt disheveled, out of sorts, unhealthy. Yes I truly loved the sport, but I had also somehow made it mandatory as well. I had managed to convince myself that time in my sneakers doing a hardcore cardio workout almost every day was necessary or else I’d get out of shape, or lose my good health.. just like that. Poof! So if I couldn’t run for some reason one day, I’d need to be in the gym doing something else high cardio.
I used to love running. I’ve mentioned it before here, but I craved running.. and now I really don’t. With all of the injuries I’ve gone through, I sort of fell out of love with the sport at the end of the summer this past year. I mean, the occasional run still makes me smile ear to ear and I feel blessed to be able to do it, but running every single day would be a chore for my body.. it just cannot handle that hard cardio pounding day after day anymore.
Back in college, I never in a million years thought I’d say that. Never.
I also never thought I’d say that I was okay with relaxing and not getting in a sweat session daily. But life happens, and in the past couple of years I’ve changed.
Now, don’t get me wrong – I’m not saying I suddenly hate the gym or advocating that exercise not needed. NO. Not at all! I actually may be one of the few nutcases out there who loves to sweat and loves to workout. I’m just finding in my old age of 25 that I have other stuff to do to keep my body moving and happy and active.
(Just some statues in my hometown that I passed on one of my walks last week.. Vegas is weird.)
Like taking long walks outside.
Like hot yoga.
Like hiking. <– Not that I’ve yet to do a for reals hike, but I’m convinced I’d love it. James thinks I’m too much of a city mouse for that, but I’ll show him. 😉
Like shorter, strength-focused workouts. (Crossfit, anyone?)
I’m positive that without being in the gym every day, with resting when my body’s tired (or, you know, feeling like it’d been hit by a truck like yesterday), even when that means multiple days in a row, I’ll be okay.
It may have taken me a few years to get to this mindset, but now I just – and I mean just – workout and stay active because that’s what I love to do. If I don’t want to run, I don’t have to.. there are other ways for me to stay moving and happy all at the same time. And if I want to do nothing but bake cupcakes and lay on the beach for a few days… that’s okay too.
So do what you keeps you moving, but also what makes you happy.
I’m done rambling. What are your opinions on working out??