A dirty word

Lorinda asked me how I make time to exercise.
But the question I answered is why I make time to exercise.

I wish I could say that it is because I love it.

It's not.

I will confess this here in confidence...

 most times...
I exercise...
because...
I am afraid to not exercise.
I am afraid it is a slippery slope.
I'm afraid I won't ever climb that slope again if I slip down.
I am afraid I won't like myself if that happens.

There.
It's out.

 This AM, as I gathered my earmuffs and gloves to run with Doug,

I (bravely) reminded myself I wanted to exercise.
I wanted to feel strong.
I wanted to be outside.
I wanted the vitamin D.
I wanted the time with Doug
I wanted to feel good when it was done.
I wanted the mind boost (see vitamin D).

And, I reminded myself that sometimes I do love to exercise.
And I remembered one of those times.
And I tried to keep that thought with me.

Ocean Isle, NC.

I do love a run on the beach.

Two exercisers I love, even when I don't love exercise:

 

 (They made me a great running playlist.)

Sidenote:

It was a lucky run today.  

I got a little bonus endorphin boost.

From chuckling.

Doug had his running shorts on backwards.

A chuckle and Vitamin D.

That's a pretty good run.