Happy Thursday, friends. So, I'm jumping right in with the big question: what was your first thought when you read this quote from the awesome Pahla B of PahlaBFitness.com. Did you cringe? Offer up a snarky yeah, right? Snort? Did you simply break down into hysterical laughter?
I hear you. Once upon a time, I probably would have joined in any, or all of the above. I never thought of myself as athletic growing up. You're talking about an gal who was asthmatic, near-sighted enough to wear glasses since the age of 2, and one who wore braces on her legs when very young to help with a birth issue.
So, all the activities I considered athletic (hitting a softball, shooting a basket, or playing dodgeball-yes, I'm that old), weren't my strong suit. In a funny aside, I never understood that it was probably my lack of vision that impacted all of these activities (you do have to *see* the ball to do anything with it). I just figured I wasn't athletic and because of that belief, the very idea of exercise as an expression of self-love seemed ludicrous.
I carried this belief for most of my life. Until all of a sudden, I didn't.
Because, moving my body, in anyway I can, is now something I do every day. And have done for well over 12 years. No, I still cannot hit a softball, shoot a basket, or dodge a ball. But I am stronger than I have ever been. I am more flexible than I have ever been. And, my cardio endurance is not too bad for an old broad. This body I fought for so many years is an amazing miracle and it can do amazing, miraculous things.
I could list out all the things that have brought me to this point and all the mindset shifts that have occurred because of it, but that's not really where I want to go. To keep it simple, I just want to say, move your body today. Love yourself. And then do it again tomorrow.
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