Today I want to chat about exercise a bit. While I’m no fitness expert, I know I feel my best when I make time to be active. I’ve had my fair share of periods of amazing exercise and most recently, not so great. However, I’ve figured one thing out — the type of movement you love will likely change throughout your life and that’s okay! It’s best to embrace the stage you’re in and love your body for what it can do instead of dwell on what you think it can’t.
A couple months ago, after a semester full of stress, infrequent workouts and many trips to the fro yo shop (#whatfuturerdsreallyeat), I found myself gravitating toward long walks, yoga classes and the occasional run. It was a far cry from the workout schedule I used to keep — half marathon training, high intensity intervals and basically anything else that got me good and sweaty, but it’s what my body craved.
Each week I’d write my new-found routine off as recovery and plan to return to more intense workouts and the gym the following week. Or maybe the week after that. Finally I realized that it didn’t matter what my old routine was; it mattered what felt good now and what sorts of activities I enjoyed now. If you’ve ever followed any sort of exercise routine, you know the best routine is one you don’t dread. Who cares if that looks different than what we think the ideal is supposed to be? As long as you’re moving, you’re moving forward.
So you know what I did? I said adios to the conventional gym — the one I hardly went to, the one full of the treadmills I hate — and joined a yoga studio! I’ve been practicing yoga for about 5 years now, but never really jumped all in. I’d take a class once a week or so, just enough to quench my thirst for it. Now, like most things in life we wait to do, I wish I’d done it sooner. I chose a studio I love, full of friendly and supportive people and have been practicing 3 times a week consistently over the last month or so.
I’ve also been pushing myself to get outdoors and be active which I enjoy a thousand times more than breathing in the stale air in the gym. The picture at the top of this post is from a local park by our house that has fitness stations throughout — though I’m not sure this was how this station was supposed to be used. The exercises and stations seemed a little out of date, but it was a fun afternoon of exploring the park and being active.
So for now, I’m focusing on doing what makes me feel good in the moment. And I couldn’t be happier.