Monday, January 9, 2012
It's funny how much you can dread something you love. I must love kickboxing--I've been taking classes in it, off and on, for fourteen years. And I recommend it to so many people. Anyone who mentions wanting to get in shape and seems interested gets to hear all about my club.
But all it takes is a couple of weeks off, and I dread going back. Why? It doesn't make any sense, but there you have it--once I'm out of the zone, I'd rather just go home than go to my club and kill myself for an hour or two.
I know I'll feel better afterwards. I know the chronic headaches that are starting to creep back into my life will go away. My stomach will feel firmer again. I'll be happy about not throwing away all the progress I made last year. And I'll renew acquaintances with my fellow kickboxers, some of whom have turned into really good friends.
Why the dread, then? I don't get it. Why would I rather curl up with a good book, hang out with The Boy, watch a movie, or enjoy a bubble bath than do something I love that is so healthy for me? It's a mystery, but it sure makes it easier for me to understand those who struggle to exercise. Finding something you love is key, because even when you do love it, there's going to be a lot of times when you just don't feel like doing it.
Have you begun or renewed an exercise program this month? If so, how is it going? What are you struggling with?
Today will be my first day back at the gym since my fight in November. I'm going back for Stamina Monday, and Grant is going to kick my butt. Hopefully in the process, I'll remember what I love about this sport, and then the next day back won't be as hard.
Posted by Holli Moncrieff at 5:00 AM