I basically hate exercise, but maybe I’ll get here some day:
I’ve never been an athlete. Anyone who’s known me for any length of time is well aware of this. Growing up, I never participated in sports of any kind. Somehow I got branded as unathletic, and I leaned into it. I pretty much gave up on my body’s abilities to do anything beyond the basic functions needed to get through the day…
I work from home, three blocks from the gym; I have zero excuse not to go every day. So, a couple of months ago, that’s what I started doing.
Well, almost every day. Six days out of the week, I’m there. I run, or I lift weights. I enjoy it, kind of a lot, which shocks me more than I can say. But here’s what I want to tell you, finally: every time I go, every time, my body makes a little more sense to me. It’s like exercise is reorganizing the image I have of myself, shuffling things around into a more accurate picture.