Movie last night = great. I cheered and I cried (two requirements for “great”.)
This morning I did my workout while Troy had early soccer practice. (8 a.m. — not early for regular morning-ers like Chris, but early for me). The leisure centre where I work out is a pretty incredible place for people-watching, and hence motivation for me. I love watching athletes in their groove. This morning I saw figure skaters, weight-lifters, swimmers, soccer players, runners, and basketball players. I think being passionate about what you do is the key to lifelong fulfillment from fitness.
In the past, I’ve only ever viewed exercise as a tool to weight loss, and the goal for weight loss was to fit into smaller jeans or look better in a skirt. I’ve done a 180 on that mentality. I really am more focused on how I feel after the workout, how much I can accomplish. Don’t get me wrong, the jean thing isn’t gone completely, (I’m sure I’ll be quite enjoying smaller jeans!
) but I’m much more focused on the process, the mini-victories.
Funny, as a recreation therapist, I often step up on my soapbox to clients and my staff and talk about the philosophy of “process not product.” This means that the end product, like an oil painting or a woodworking project, doesn’t have to be perfect … but the real key is if the process was meaningful and enjoyable. For 15 years, I’ve been saying, “process not product” in an all-knowing voice, and now I finally am applying it to something big in my own life. I don’t quite know what the product will be at this point. I don’t have specific long term goals about weight, body fat, or BMI … I don’t know if I’m going to catch the marathon bug. Right now I just want to keep consistent, in order to continue seeing the positive changes in my body. Oh .. and I know I want to run a 5k, just to have a race experience.
Today, there was a Soccer Dad who just started running, and was using the same strategy as me, ie. to run and watch the soccer field below. I felt like we were playing cat-and-mouse, as I’d pass him, 2 mins later, he’d pass me, etc. We were both joking about it by the end … and I couldn’t believe how that motivated me to stretch out my run. I was one sweaty Soccer Mom after 45 mins! Lotsa good fun.
Have an awesome day.