In On the road again: walking back to fitness, I explain more about who I am and why I am writing this blog. Briefly, though, I am a freelance photographer, editor, writer, who says ‘yes’ to pretty much any opportunity or adventure. This has its drawbacks, as I am often overwhelmed to the point of stasis by all the things I want to or have to do, and I have way too many unfinished projects and too many hard drives crammed full of photographs. The advantage, though, is that I am never bored.
Like many people, women in particular, I think, taking care of myself tends to slip further and further down the list of things to do. This is not a good thing, as you cannot function optimally if you – your mind, body and soul – are not in optimal condition. And if you are not functioning optimally, then everything else spins out of control.
This blog is about returning to fitness, which means a return to creativity, feeling energised, enthusiastic and positive, and being successful at whatever task I take on.
Returning to fitness, in my case, is about walking, not running. I know there are massive benefits to running, but I am just not a runner. I have tried a few times, and I will try again, but a walker (a fairly fast one) is what I am. I also dance (ballroom and Latin), go to gym and, occasionally, cycle a bit. I have tried all sorts of sports over the years – waterskiing, cycling, boxing, skydiving, bellydancing, poledancing, hiking, scuba diving, zumba – but walking is the one thing I have continued doing.
I am hoping that women, in particular, will be able to relate to my story. Many of us have body issues, whether justified or not. We also have similar worries, responsibilities and chores, especially women who are of a similar age or at a similar stage of their lives. Not everyone is born with the ability to be grimly self-motivated and focused, to plan a goal, work towards it and reach it without feeling discouraged from time to time or feeling tempted to skip the day’s training and shovel down some sugars, fats and carbs.
I don’t know how my story will play out. My ticket to New York has been booked, and I have entered the New York Marathon. How fit I will be when the time comes, and how well I will do, remains to be seen. Sometimes it is more important to meet the deadline, do the dishes, cook the supper, take the kid to music lessons or work in the garden than it is to tie the shoes on and head out onto the road to train. Younger, fitter, more committed people with fewer responsibilities and challenges will call these distractions excuses, not reasons.
Be that as it may, reasons or excuses, we all have them, and we all need to overcome them to reach our goals. My story is about my day-to-day challenges, my good days and my bad days, my weight loss and weight gain, my days of high energy and my days of lethargy.
We often read about people’s achievements and believe that they are somehow more special than we are, that they bounced out of bed each morning with only their goal in mind, and attacked each day with the same ferocity until they conquered their goals. I think we sometimes need to read about the effort it takes to put one foot in front of the other, so that we can understand that we all have the ability to do something we never thought we were able to do. Well, I hope so, anyway. I’m about to find out.
I hope you will take the journey with me.