treadmill motivation

Mar 12, 2022

While some people may think exercise is fun, I’m not ‘some people.’ I hate it. To make myself do it anyway, I set rules.

1.) NO BREAKFAST UNTIL I WALK.

If I get busy with work and can’t get my walk in before lunch, you can bet I’ve not yet eaten anything. I might’ve had a gallon of coffee, but no food has passed through my lips.

2.) I CHOOSE SOMETHING I WANT TO WATCH AND LIMIT VIEWING TO ONLY WHEN WALKING.

Right now, I’m on the final season of Bosch. I’ve read all the Michael Connelly books and the series currently running on Amazon Prime Video is pretty good. If I want to know what happens next with good ole’ Harry, I must plant my feet on the moving belt.

Bosch on Amazon Prime Video

3.) I GIVE MYSELF PEP TALKS.

Throughout the day, I remind myself that moving is paramount. The less you do the less you want to do… and I want to have the ability to keep doing what I want for a whole lot of years to come. You rock, Shelley — keep up the good work!

Periodic reminders help too.

I had a classmate connect with me on Facebook asking if we were doing a reunion this year. She lives in Florida and wants to come “home” to see everyone. My first thought was of Karen Kinney Owens. She died with COVID. Then, my classmate recommended we take part in the Red, White, and Blue Festival parade. My initial thought was walking in the parade… I could do it with no problem. But others from my graduating class simply couldn’t.

Some are dead. Others have had — or need — hip and knee replacements. Still others are so overweight and non-mobile there’s no way they could make it… especially on a hot June day in the afternoon. My classmate mentioned a tractor and wagon. Ummm… I don’t know how I even feel about that.

I don’t want to sit in a hay wagon with a bunch of old people! 🙂

If you attend the 2022 RW&B festival and my class has an entry in the parade… I’ll be the one trotting alongside the wagon dressed up like the grim reaper carrying a massive scythe. The older I get, the more I’m like my Mom, I’m afraid. At 90 years-old, she’ll tell you that old people stink (as in they have an unpleasant odor that’s all the same). 😉