I was incredibly active as a teenager swimming at least 2 1/2 hours six days a week. The only time off from practice we had was a week at Christmas and a week in between our seasons. Chlorine was a perfume that took me years to get out of my pores.
In college exercise was not a top priority. I worked out occasionally but didn't have any sort of regular routine.
When I moved to Boston, I tried to be better but still had an irregular workout schedule.
It wasn't until The Year I Got My Groove Back that was I able to actually dedicate myself to a regular routine. Because I was determined to lose the weight, and I knew that the best way for me to do that was to combine changing my diet with regular exercise.
And now. Well now, I exercise every day. Most days I run. If the weather's bad, I'll mix it up with some Wii Fit (it is absolutely amazing how much I can sweat using a game console). And sometimes I manage to find a GroupOn for a yoga studio and will do that for a month or so.
It's a habit that is so ingrained in me now that I have to do something every day. Even if it's just taking Cooper for a walk.
Rarely do I skip a day. I know. I'm crazy.
Where do I find the discipline? For one, I had a great example growing up as my dad gets up early most mornings to get a work out in before he heads to his office. (It's a regular joke in my family how much I take after my dad.) But also, I just don't want the weight to come back.
So I'm up at 5:30 every morning during the week to run. It's my favorite time of day as I do my best thinking while I run. Plus, the world is quiet and peaceful at that time.
Weekends I sleep in a bit more, but I still get in a run taking Cooper with me on those runs.
Cooper loves the runs as much as I do. If only they were enough to tire him out. When we get back from our run, he burns off more energy by sprinting around the backyard.
Since I've been rambling and am at a loss of a natural conclusion, imagine a witty conclusion for me.
Hey. It's Monday.