It’s rather astounding, how resourceful and imaginative I can get when coming up with ways to skip working out.
I avoid it with a steady, unfailing consistency that goes back to my earliest memories of getting into exercise clothing and willing myself to get into the fitness center or gym or whatever the dreaded destination might be called.
In short, working out has always felt so much like work.
And now, in the 12 months since undergoing surgery for breast cancer, it also feels like I have had to start all over in this particular corner of my life.
I don’t have cancer anymore and I am entirely capable of working out—it’s just that the momentum of not working out when 33 rounds of post-surgical radiation were a workout has carried over these past nine months.
The many hats that I wear in life give me more than enough excuse to stay busy with other details. As a result, my frequency of working out at the gym has declined markedly.
Those same hats, though, can also be the exact same reasons why I commit to a regular workout regimen. It’s a never-ending battle in my mind and over the past month or so, I have begun to get back on track.
An instrumental “anchor” for me has been an analogy that I have heard a few times from Amway Crown Brad Duncan, a longtime leader with World Wide DreamBuilders (WWDB).
Brad compares getting started on various business-building habits with getting on a treadmill. Sometimes, he says, one of the smaller, but necessary, steps in building that work habit is like putting on your shorts and other gear, standing on a treadmill, and then getting off without even turning it on.
That’s not the end of the story, of course. Do that enough times, and soon you will go so far as to begin exercising (or whatever has seemed daunting to you).
Last week, I worked out twice and today I got in a session on the weights. It started in the same way that it usually starts—with one tiny step.
Through my internal dialogue, it usually plays out like this: “You don’t have to work out…just get yourself to the gym.”
Before long, that step is followed by all the other necessary steps that bring me inside the gym, barbell in hand. Even then, the notion of doing three sets of 15 repetitions, across multiple muscle groups, is way too overwhelming for me to hold in my head.
But one rep? I can handle that…and then another, and another.
To others observing me, I know that I look like a focused fitness fanatic, so much so that occasionally I am confused for being a personal trainer.
Ha—if only they knew!