Once upon a time I felt success. It came from getting on my treadmill every day for a week, and soon every day for two. Then a month. Then 74 days came and went and I was still getting on the treadmill in my bedroom, pumping up the speed and beating out however much mileage I could cover for however long I could reasonably stay on without becoming bored, irritated or angry. I was so glad of myself then. I'd reached a few pre-set mental milestones and was feeling the win....then I quit.
It was a flu-like bugger that rendered me helpless. I was bedridden one, then a few days. And on those days I managed to allow my mind to believe I'd failed. I didn't make 75 days. Part of me wished to get back on the treadmill and resume count, and I couldn't. I'd have to start the count over.
So I didn't go on the treadmill again. Not for ages. As in 10 months.
Call it a New Year scramble or what-have-you...I am walking again. I started this Monday and am on day four. Rather than spew all my hopes at this blog post (and set expectations!) I am only letting you know that I'm four days in...this minute.
Congrats on getting back on the treadmill! I'm proud of you.
ReplyDeleteOne thing to keep in mind with exercise is that doctors and trainers agree that taking a day off every week is healthy, as it allows the body to rest and recover. So, if you miss a day, don't fret. It's not a bad thing. It's not a sign of failure. It's you taking care of your body and giving it time to rest. :-)