If you’ve been following this blog for any amount of time, you will know that I take my fitness regime seriously. But, as I continue to work at getting beyond my workout addiction (yes, that’s a thing), and struggle with a few health issues, I’ve weened myself off of my every-single-day workout habit. There are days that I am still at the gym much longer than I need to be, and there are days when I still exercise because I feel like I “have to”, but for the most part, I am very happy with where I am today compared to where I was a year ago.
That being said, I have certain days that I commit myself to working out, and as I’ve mentioned in a recent post or two, I’ve committed myself to running at the gym) several times a week (once I’m running outside it won’t be a commitment, but a pleasure) so I’ve had to dedicate myself to this schedule and staying on track.
That means I’m at the gym whether I want to be or not. That means that Friday nights I’m at the gym. That means that Saturday afternoons or Sunday mornings I’m a the gym. That means that aside from teaching boot camp and participating in other classes, I’m at the gym. I’m running and I’m lifting and I’m sweating and I’m loving it.
I still feel that exhilaration when I’m working out. I feel accomplished when I’m completed my fitness task for the day. A long time ago I committed myself to a better life. I made the commitment to get fit and be healthy and stay active. Sometimes that means sacrifices. There are still a good many days that I want to come home after work and schlump on the couch or Friday nights when I want to just get the freakin’ weekend started. But, like I said, I committed myself to these goals and really, what’s another hour or two? Friday night will still be there when my run is complete. Sunday coffee dates will wait until I’ve finished in the weight room. There is room in my life for sacrifice.