I’ve never liked working out.
Maybe no one does. But others do it. Easily. Every day. Like brushing their teeth.
But not me. I’m never more brilliant than when I’m coming up with an excuse to not workout.
Now, while running (or rowing or spinning) I do enjoy myself (sometimes). And, like everyone else, afterwards I feel amazing (thanks, biology). But none of that matters when I have to get up. And get dressed. And actually leave my house.
Working out wasn’t a problem for me when I was younger. Because when I was younger I didn’t have time to work out: I was too busy at practice: swim practice, field hockey practice, soccer practice, rowing practice. But once I graduated college, I didn’t have to practice anything anymore.
That is when I started training. Training for a 5k, a 10k, a ten-miler, a half marathon and finally a full marathon. Training sucked, but you had to do it.
Mostly. I mean, I barely trained for my first marathon. And now that I am done running marathons, I’m pretty much done training.
So, I started reading everything I could. I read about how to like working out. How to be a morning person. Five habits of fit people. Seven habits of healthy people. The one piece of advice that top fitness trainers give. And that is how I stumbled upon the site Give it 100.
Of course I had read that it takes 28 or 40 days to make or break a habit. But something about 100 days spoke to me. I didn’t officially join the site or document my every day (not really, anyway, I am posting a shot on Instagram to keep me honest) but now that I have made it to 25 days, I thought it would be a good time to check in.
I have worked out every day for the last 25 days. Not every day was a killer sweat session. At least two of the days were just long walks. But every day I scheduled my workout first and then arranged the rest of my life around it. This meant getting up early and missing a happy hour or two, but I realized all those times I said I was just too busy to work out were lies. Not that, that came as a surprise.
hat is surprising is how hard it is talk shit to myself right now. I don't know if it is the endorphins or the fact that my miles are now sub-10 more often than not, but I have found it really difficult to bad talk myself. When I'm looking in a mirror and disgusted by my flabby belly there is another voice in my head saying, "Are you fuckin' kidding me? You held a plank for a more than a minute yesterday. You are awesome."
At some point we will also need to address all the voices in my head and why they all curse so much. But that is for another blog post.
I also find I want to eat healthier. Which is really strange for a woman who used to love nachos for dinner. Or most of a pizza. Or tater tots. But now I am coming home and fueling my body with greens. And proteins. And water.
It's pretty disgusting.
Working out is still not like brushing my teeth (though, I did find a leg workout you could do while brushing your teeth). Nor has it become a habit. I still have a lot of excuses and if I didn't have this streak going, there are days I might not have made it to the gym. Hopefully that changes by Day 99.