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From the time I was four till I was 18 I was and athlete. Not an exerciser, or someone who worked out, but someone who played games and tried to win. Know, I'm not saying that I was a good athlete, I was a decent swimmer and a shitty soccer, but that wasn't what mattered. What mattered was the competition. I grew up working out in practice. Running, weights, etc.... were not something you did just for the sake of doing them but to make you better at the game. Well, when I was 18 and a freshman in college I quit being an athlete for various reasons and since have gotten horribly out of shape and gained massive amounts of weight. I've tried to work out but I've never quite been able to grasp the concept of working out with no game to perform in. I go through spurts were I run and go to the gym for a month or so then something, normally work gets in the way. I'm in one of those spurts right now and hoping I can make it last.
Tonight though, the craziest thing happened. It was one of those rare nights when for some reason running felt amazing (and I am not and never have been a runner). I was on the eliptical though, after forcing myself to go to the gym and shoving aside the feelings that I should be doing something else, and it felt like flying. Heart pounding, sweat pouring down my face, for a brief 25 minutes I found the joy of using a body simply for the fact that I can.
Tonight though, the craziest thing happened. It was one of those rare nights when for some reason running felt amazing (and I am not and never have been a runner). I was on the eliptical though, after forcing myself to go to the gym and shoving aside the feelings that I should be doing something else, and it felt like flying. Heart pounding, sweat pouring down my face, for a brief 25 minutes I found the joy of using a body simply for the fact that I can.