I grew up feeling that my body was capable. Even if I couldn’t do something yet, I could learn.
Can’t help but notice how that feeling has ebbed.
These days, I’m sluggish and tired. I imagine doing many physical activities and find myself thinking it’s too late for me now. I’m only 22.
Meanwhile, there are people in their 40’s learning to do the splits, and people in their 80’s running marathons.
Let me try to express the importance of this, at least to me: fitness means having control of your body and your mind. It’s finding the determination to do things that aren’t always easy and may hurt sometimes. It’s being mentally strong enough to overcome those setbacks and doubts.
It’s just another way of reeling the mind into submission in order to accomplish a goal. And if you can convince yourself to wake up early in the morning to work out or go on a jog even when your lungs are burning and your eyes are watering and your muscles are itching so bad that an ice bath doesn’t sound so bad (what? You don’t get runner’s itch? It’s just me? Ah…), then you can do anything.
More importantly, though…I’m thinking of my future. I want to be able to have the mental fortitude to build my life in a way that’s conducive to peace of mind, success and a long, happy life. Moreover, if I ever decide to have kids, I don’t want to bring them into a world where I’m at my worst, mentally or physically.
So, healthier eating and more working out it is. I’ll start somewhere intermediate and work my way up. I’ll hold myself more accountable. I’ll eat better and drink more water. And when I’m 50 years old, I’ll be more fit than all you young whippersnappers out there, and damn sexy, too.