Fitbloggin, a gathering of an odd mix of weight losers, healthy living advocates and super hardcore fitness freaks.
I enjoyed getting to meet a lot of interesting folks that I feel like I already knew and even ranalltheway in my first “official” 5K (my plan to take off into the lead and then lead the group in the wrong direction was laid to waste as some of the more accomplished runners finished the run while I was still lacing up my sneakers).
I’ll admit that I was a little bummed out as I listened to a super-fit lady (-4% body fat) discuss emerging trends in exercise. It’s a little bit technical, but here’s the breakdown: everything you’re doing is wrong.
You’d have to be a rocket scientist to really understand the whole deal (dammit… I left MIT two semesters shy of my Rocket Science degree), but it was a trifle disheartening to hear about my workout suckage.
As she droned on about HIIT and carthamasomething, I started thinking about my own Fitlosophy, and I guess it can be boiled down to this: something is better than nothing.
For a long time, I did a whole lot of nothing. Oh, I got in some exercise from time to time, but there was no rhyme or reason to it. I didn’t work to improve my overall health and I certainly didn’t push myself to any degree.
Now I have goals, even if they’re not always well-defined or working toward specific results. I could be doing better; I’ve spent most of my life doing worse.
I want to replace some of this stubborn fat with steely muscle.
I want to break a sweat running a few miles, not climbing a flight of steps.
I want each day to start with challenge and end a sense of accomplishment (with the cling of a sweat-soaked shirt slipped in somewhere in between).
I want to wear smaller clothes and wear out running shoes.
I want to feel better and feel better about myself.
I want to live fully and age gracefully.
I may not be doing everything perfectly, may not be doing everything in the most optimal manner possible… but I am doing.
And doing > not doing.