Tuesday, November 13, 2012
I've written before that exercise for exercise's sake is never going to be something that excites me. Other than dance, pretty much any other kind of exercise is a chore. But I love to eat, and I love my clothes, and without exercise in the mix, those two things are not compatible.
So each weekday morning I rise early and do 30 - 60 minutes of zumba or pilates or walking to keep the weight at bay. The alarm is never greeted with joy. No matter how early I went to bed, 6.30am rolls around too soon. I struggle out of bed, driven on only be the knowledge that as a result of the exercise, I will be able to eat dessert tonight.
But then, in the early morning stillness I put on some soft music and I stretch and warm up. I move my limbs in a long practiced routine which takes my body from sleep to wake. Knots from the previous day's many desk hours are freed. Limbs extended, I move, almost without thought, slowly waking, till I feel limber.
I subscribe to the policy that a half arsed workout is better than a no workout at all, so not all mornings have the same intensity of exercise. But even when my heart is really not in it I still find myself doing my full range of stretches. If I do miss a stretch session I really notice the difference during the day. I feel somehow cramped within my body.
So while I may not enjoy the whole getting up early and exercising activity, I have found a place of peace within it and I'm better, in mind and body, for it.