It’s 5 o’clock. In the morning. I might have had a refreshing sleep or not. It really doesn’t matter much. I am all awake. I put my exercise clothes on. I put my heart rate belt on. I tighten my sneakers with the satisfaction I would formerly get from that first sip of coffee. I grab my keys, and either get in the car for a kickboxing class or start running. 6 days a week. Every day.
It’s a miracle. I wanted this my whole life and never could grasp it. I did it for days at a time, I sometimes dragged myself out of bed to go to the track next door. I never did it with enthusiasm. I never craved it before.
How did I change like this? It did not happen in a day. It took years. When I turned 45, I realized I’m halfway through life and did not live much. I had to make the best out of the rest of my life and I had to get and keep as healthy as possible.
Over and over, exercise was the one thing I learned would improve everything: sleep, anxiety, inflammation, bone strength, heart health. I had to start doing this.