Over the Christmas season, I had been flipping through Facebook and was motivated by an account of someone that avidly works out. She lost a lot of weight over the past year and totally transformed herself into pure buff. Wow.
I marvelled at the befores and afters, and then thought… that’s a LOT of effort right there.
I immediately felt pain in my joints just thinking about it…
I’ve had issues with working out over the past few years due to old injuries. My body appears to detest weights and anything gym related. Yet the one thing I HAVE been able to do is hop on my bike and hit the trails.
As you already know if you’ve been following my journey, these trails changed my life. Before I got a bike, I didn’t know they existed! Yet they start 5 minutes down the road from my front door. Crazy.
As my bike endurance increased, so did the offer of even more trails that were even more beautiful! It was like a gift for improving my own endurance.
However, outdoor trail riding can be a bit of a miserable adventure in pouring rain (which we frequently get) or high winds. When we had a LONG run of that during Christmas, I was inspired to join a local gym a few minutes from my front door. I was inspired to keep moving, regardless!
A guilt zap went straight to my gut. Looking around where I sat… I felt immediate shame holding a big bowl of buttered popcorn, warmly snuggled underneath a cozy blanket in front of some ongoing Netflix saga. There was LOTS of evening ahead of me, so I had no excuse as to why I was resorting to this same scenario each night, all night long.
And I was feeling it too. Getting more sluggish, not caring as much… you get the picture. Hibernation time was in full effect.
So I bit the bullet and joined the gym the very next day. And of course, did a workout right after signing on the dotted line.
After that workout, I promptly took a week off. Nooooo…. not again!
I don’t get it, but every time I work on stationery machines of some sort, I can only manage about 30 minutes tops within those 4 walls before my mind goes a little crazy. Then once I get home, the workouts leave me feeling horrid afterwards. I have no energy and have to crawl into bed, and often have to recoup for a few days from headaches and what not. It isn’t a good experience. And I went SO easy on myself!
Why? Why in the world can’t my body cooperate?
On a bike, I cannot wait to get out there. In fact, I have water in the fridge and my shoes and bike gear by my bike located in the front entry offering me everything in need with 5 minutes notice! (have you read my 20 second rule post HERE? it works)
Mind you, I have a quality bike that fits me like a glove that made ALL the difference.
And once I get home, I have more energy than I can even imagine. I am pumped to move! My mood is spectacular, and I feel more fit to go out the next day because of it.
Why such a drastic difference?!
I’ve had some training on gym machines so I know it isn’t JUST that, although some new guidance would probably help.
I personally think it’s because of the type of injuries I’ve had in the past. I had a foot surgery last January and I was able to get back on the bike before I was even walking properly! That’s very telling to me.
I’ve attempted walking in the past, but that didn’t do it for me either. Even with camera in hand for something more to do, I got bored easily with the slow moving scenery. Plus, walking hurts my foot anyway, so that isn’t fun.
Biking is where it’s apparently at for me.
And at this stage of the 56 year old game, I just want to infuse my life with things I enjoy vs. attempting every trick in the workout book in order to achieve that ‘perfect body.’
I don’t even want a perfect body if I’m crunched over in pain. Not worth it.
Although I don’t love it, I am grateful to have a gym nearby to work up a bit of a sweat during those in between moments I can’t squeak in a bike run. (I don’t even like the sit down bikes in there! they hurt my back) Now I just have to figure out a way to utilize it without hurting myself.
However nothing will ever compare to the real deal bike ride amongst nature for me.
If you have been reluctant to move lately, I get it more than you will ever know. But I also know what happens to me when I don’t move. I start to slide backwards in motivation and happiness. I start seizing up and wanting to stay in bed longer. I don’t have the energy to travel pushing heavy luggage from plane to plane. Everything just moves backwards.
It’s as if movement oils the joints. That’s what my mom always said anyway. And I think she’s right.
I vote to pick a movement that doesn’t hurt you for a start, then choose something you actually enjoy. You just may find a ‘new hobby’ you just can’t put down! That isn’t even close to a poison. 🙂
It may be winter out there, but when it’s not raining, you know where I’ll be…
What’s your fav way to keep moving?