|my vintage, dare I say, antique, Schwinn Air-dyne exercise bike|
Friday, June 7, 2013
I've been out of town for a few days, at a conference about some school improvement stuff. I rode up to Albuquerque and shared a room with two other teachers, who were awesome to spend the time with. (We all had about the same sense of humor - and what a great way to start a friendship) We spent a lot of time sitting at tables, but after the conference time was over each day, we shopped a little and walked around more. It was better than going back to the hotel and sitting around, but it really wasn't much in the way of exercise. I kept telling myself, though, that I would get back on the bike today when I got home.
I did it, too. You know what? I was happy to do it, and get the kinks stretched out from the trip. More than that - oh so much more - I'm back on the "horse" so to speak. I didn't have to talk myself into it. I didn't have to convince myself. I didn't wait until tomorrow. I didn't even want to. So, all this time, when I've been feeling like this exercise effort has been an attitude challenge for me almost every day, today it wasn't. Today I really wanted to ride. And I did.