Gettin' Back to It

Since the longer, deeply personal post is still in the works and might not come out for a little while longer, I figured I might as well start here with a micro post. And here it is.

I did it - I went back to the gym tonight.

While this may seem like a rather mundane accomplishment, for me, tonight, it was nothing short of an Olympic-gold-medal-earning win, and I feel positively alive. 

After 2 months of not going, I pushed through and not only made the decision to go back to the gym but actually followed it through. I've decided on several other occasions over the last few weeks to go back, but today was different. Today, I woke up with a new resolve to tackle my day, own my choices, and get a grip on my life, and let me tell you, I didn't just get my clothes on and drag myself to the gym. From the moment I walked in, I knew that I was breaking a seal on the barricades I'd spent all summer putting up around myself, and I didn't just casually walk on the treadmill. I ran. I ran for 9 minutes straight. And then I ran some more. It's a funny thing because typically if I run, I'll do a warm up, then run maybe for 3 minutes, walk a minute, run 3-5, walk 1, etc. because my asthma starts to act up, and I get winded - even when I was at my work-out peak. But tonight I just started running, and I hardly wanted to stop. Crazy as it may seem, I think I was actually away long enough to forget my limitations... however self-imposed they may be. 

I suppose the moral here is that inspiration sometimes requires action. Like a coy mistress, sometimes she enjoys the chase. Here's to seeking her out again. :)