Well, it is officially two weeks since my experiment to become a workout lover failed and I think I know what went wrong.
I got way ahead of myself. Over-confident if you will. I became so obsessed with day 101 that I wasn’t thinking about Day 61. Or 62. Or 63. I made a note on my calendar for day 100. I started drafting my Day 75 blog post.
And then I got sick.
Many suggested I just pick back up the next day (including a couple of commenters here), but I just couldn’t. Beyond being so upset and disappointed and feeling like a failure, starting at day 61 on the following Tuesday felt like cheating. I couldn’t pretend Monday didn’t happen because it did.
And I don’t know how to solve for Monday. I don’t know what to do in this experiment when you are sick. Or injured. Or so tired from biking 65 miles the day before you just want to go home and sleep. And these things happen all the time in life.
60 days of exercise did teach me a couple of things about myself. I really love running outside (I had forgotten that). And I can run during the day without offending everyone in my office with my odor.
Issac Newton was right when he stated that an object in motion stays in motion. Before this experiment so many of my Saturdays and even more of my Sundays were spent doing as little as possible. At those times I felt too tired to do anything, and pushed everything I had to do onto other days of the week. But after getting up and going somewhere (for a run, or a new class or yoga) on my free weekends, I never came home and was too tired to do anything else. All my errands magically got done on those weekends. And my weeknights were suddenly freer. Which leads me to my next point.
You can always find time for a workout. Annoying fitness gurus are right about this. You just need to make it a priority.
But sometimes, friends and wine and Game of Thrones and family and being close to your toilet and wine and sleep are more of a priority. And that is okay too.