I actually had the desire to jog on my way home. That was new. I'm fairly active in my daily life. I always take the stairs instead of the escalator or elevator (when possible). I love to walk or ride my bike around town, and my work calls for me to be on my feet most of the time. I even commute by bike!
But while I like and enjoy this physical activity, I've dreaded more direct forms of exercise like jogging, sit-ups, and the like. I don't know why, but I have developed a mental block about the whole thing, and it seems absolutely terrible to me. I pant, get all sweaty, and generally feel like I was just run over. The only motivator is the intense satisfaction you get when you've finished the exercise, and that can be easily dismissed by the warmth of a good lazing around.
I rarely take public transit these days, but it was a cold and rainy so I decided to give it a shot. This meant a whole of extra sitting and about an hour of time to kill. Eventually my mind began to wander and I realized I was thinking about a jog, since my legs were feeling cramped. I had gotten so used to the daily jog I wanted it to happen!
Progress of a kind, yes. But when I got home (and off the streetcar), my legs warmed back up. So it was still a few hours before I actually went and did it. So there's still some distance to go, physically and mentally.
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