Over the last 3 years and having just turned 42, I can say I am the most fit I have ever been. That has been due primarily to being comfortable with being uncomfortable. I switch my exercise routine up all the time so my body never gets too complacent. On my harder workout days, I push past burning muscles and lungs while sweat is flying off my body in every direction. I do these things because it makes me physically stronger, mentally tougher and purges those personal demons (we all have them) out of the way so I can get on with my life. I know it will lead to more confidence, resilience and peace within the only home I will ever have—my body. It will diminish the power of those days when self-doubt, insecurity, judgment from other people or worse, judgment from myself seem to take over. It forces me to believe even if just for a moment in time, that I am more than capable, that I am allowed to dream big and I am worthy of love (we ALL are).
I still get nervous before a strenuous workout—I worry I won’t be able to finish or I’ll have to stop midway (I am only (and oddly) competitive with myself). I worry my form may be off when I try to lift a heavier weight or I’m too old to be doing 50 second intervals of burpees or jump squats. But then–I do it. I simply get it done. I am present, mindful…in the zone and only thinking about what I am doing in the moment. It’s magic. The feeling after I finish is an odd mix of sheer bliss and exhaustion. I. Did. It. And, I will do it again.