In honor of the Month of May, I have renewed my quest for physical fitness. I know; people do this every day. My quest is special among physical fitness attempts. Why? Because I’m a health writer. I’m a health nut. I’ve devoted a great deal of time and energy into my health education–communication background. I can’t say worship the temple that is my body, but I try to control what I can when I feel like it. Today I felt like it.
I went to Planet Fitness, my judgment free zone of Make My Day. Honest-to-God, I thought I was going to die on the treadmill, set on the Cardiac program, level 3. It’s my second visit to the gym this week. That makes my quest official. Going to the gym is practically a pattern with me now, yes? Do you see it? Do you see the pattern or me dead on the treadmill?
I did it. I walked and jogged, and walked again, jogged again. Man-o-man, I feel good now. I’m sure you can imagine. I will admit; the torture helped my energy level and power to focus on a task such as this. That, in itself, is a good reason to return tomorrow, or the next day and repeat my actions. Practice, practice, practice; nothing worth having is easy to obtain, and that goes for good health as much as anything.