DISCLAIMER: I am not a doctor (yet!) or physical trainer. Please always consult your doctor before trying anything you may read on my blog.
The other day, I did a quick workout to try and rid myself of the post-conference and end of Daylight Savings funk that I’ve been in all week. It worked well enough — I got some good studying in before bed and woke up feeling rested for the first time in over a week. It actually made me start reminiscing about my own journey from not caring for daily physical exercise to using exercise to alter my mood and make me more productive. I tried out plenty of sports as a kid, but spent most of the time picking weeds during rec soccer games or hating that I had to be outside. I just wanted to sit inside and read. Yeah, I’ve been interested in learning forever. I’m still bitter over a summer reading contest I lost…the winner was the librarian’s daughter, which I thought should be disqualifying…
During my senior year of college, I took a class called Man’s Food, which was a basic nutrition course and it made me question everything I knew about healthy eating. I became a bit too regimented in what I ate for a few months — oatmeal or eggs for breakfast; a sandwich, carrots, and an apple for lunch; and then it was up in the air for dinner– but I lost a good, and needed, 10 pounds. Then I started walking on the treadmill every other day and eventually, ran my first half marathon. It was an incredible accomplishment and also some of the worst physical pain and exhaustion I have ever felt.
Running 13.1 miles in Orlando in October can be brutal — it was still so hot and humid and my longest training runs had been during D.C.’s lovely crisp fall. But I did it, recovered, and then wanted more. I even convinced a group of colleagues to run a half marathon with me! [Yes, we’re still friends!] I eventually reached a point where I started running less and joined a the gym so I could try out Bodypump class, which I learned about years ago from Julie of Peanut Butter Fingers. I went to that class twice a week until I moved to Philadelphia — the first time I took it, I was so sore I couldn’t walk without pain for nearly a week!