The first 10 minutes of my 30 minute walk I want to quit.
Almost every time.
Ok, sometimes it’s only the first 7 minutes, but oftentimes it takes the full ten minutes for my body to get the hang of things and start to enjoy the movement.
But I’ve learned this about myself and it doesn’t trick me any more.
Oftentimes, I’ll trick my mind with a distraction.
I’ll put in my earbuds and listen to a podcast.
But once my legs and my body realize that I mean business and we are doing this 30 minute power walk thing, it relaxes and I get to enjoy myself.
I pull the earbuds out and tuck them away.
That’s when the magic begins.
I’m in nature and I’m in the flow. One of my favorite states.
I’m soaking in the brightness, or the grayness of the day.
I’m watching critters scamper: today’s treat was a squirrel trying to carry an entire branch full of acorns. (He dropped the bundle, and ran up the tree when I got closer. I left him alone so he could come back down and get his great find.)
Walks are magical for me, and since my kids started back at school last week, I decided I wanted to commit to three 30 minute walks, per week.
See how specific that goal is?
There’s no way around it.
Either I do it, or I don’t.
Oftentimes, people will say:
I need to workout more.
Or, I need to exercise regularly.
How much is more?
How often is regularly?
Those statements are vague and leave little room for achievement.
Set a goal for yourself that is easy to measure. Then, tell a friend.
I told my friend, Pearl.
You can tell me, if you’d like.
What can I hold you to doing?