Getting Moving

Today, completely unexpectedly, I had a thoroughly thought-provoking and motivating conversation with a friend.
We talked about how we felt that physically, we had backslid from progress we were making. That we knew how good it felt to be athletes and that now we crave it. That we know that everyone has setbacks, and that forever progress is slow, but that it was time to refocus and get back to working for what we want.
A year ago, I was in the best physical shape of my life. I felt awesome and I liked how I looked. I liked that my body would do whatever I pushed it to do, and I liked how I was constantly surpassing what I felt were my own limits. I miss that feeling. I miss that girl.
In many ways, I am happier than I have ever been in my adult life. But I feel that I have let the athlete go untrained for too long. She needs to be put through her paces and challenged again.
I move to my new house this weekend and once I get that huge chore accomplished, it’s time to get myself back into shape. I miss Zumba deeply, and I miss the gym too. I want exercise, I want to be physically exhausted after pushing myself beyond my perceived breaking point. On the short term, it’s going to hurt. It’s going to make me sore and it just might make me sick. I don’t care. It needs to happen, because in the long term I will be happy.
I’m going to move, and then I need to get moving.

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