They call them the dog days of summer and lately I have felt a little of the laziness set in. Setting goals for myself, but letting ice cream, sleeping in and excuses get the best of me. Falling into the viscous cycle and repeat. Allowing guilt to set in as I struggle and try to get back to a regular exercise routine.
This past weekend we went for an hour plus bike ride and upon getting home felt our legs mold into jello! So we decided to try and walk it off with a short stroll. As we started our jaunt down the driveway I suggested we run. Of course my husband agreed and commented on how he never hears those words come out of my mouth! After running for a mile, we decided to walk our way home. Not long after I asked if he wanted to sprint to the end of the block (not sure what made me say it, hormones maybe?) by now he was wondering who I was and what I did with his wife!
I guess some people call it a runner’s high, I call it satisfaction. It’s a feeling of accomplishment. Even more than a boost of energy, it’s a lift in the soul.
Later that evening I decided to focus and commit to daily exercise for this week. Sometimes the most helpful thing in a change of perspective is allowing our bodies to move.