because one of my nieces or nephews is playing.
I really disliked the idea of playing any sport in school. There are a few factors that played into it: #1 I am uncoordinated, #2 I was always picked last, and I didn't want that to be the case(fear of rejection, in high school--duh!), #3 I didn't want ANYONE watching me.
SO what does this have to do with working out? Maybe not much, but I realized when I was in high school that even though I wasn't a fan of sports, or PE, I had to do something to keep myself from turning into a big blob. I initially stated exercising regularly to negate all the crap I was eating.
Now, I know how I feel after I exercise and that feeling alone is enough to keep me coming back. It truly is a high after I am done, I feel almost invincible. But, the real reason I keep waking up, dragging myself out of bed and pushing play is because I don't just want to survive life, I want to feel great doing everything!
I do it so I can chase my kids around,
I do it so I can be an example to my kids.
I do it to show God that I am grateful for this body he has given me.
I do it to be happy.
I do it for ME!
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