Your favorite kind of exercise.
If you've ever read my blog before today you might have picked up on the fact that I'm a runner.
I'm not a particularly good or fast one, but I'm a committed one, where by committed I mean I might need to be committed.
I've basically been running long enough now that it has become just something I do, like brushing my teeth. I get up, I run, it's good.
And I enjoy it.
But this isn't a post about running. Even though I really, really, really love to run, I still feel kind of... selfish when I run. It's just for me. It's my time. It lets me put my responsibilities, my kids, my laundry, my dirty dishes away for a while. And from where I'm at that seems self-centered, which I'm not entirely comfortable with. It doesn't mean I'm going to stop. But it adds a second layer of... something to it that makes it not perfect.
What I really love, though, really, truly love, is the exercise that is part of a hard job well done. Yard work? Yeah, I love it. Gardening? Sure, sign me up. Moving rocks, painting the deck, pressure washing the house, whatever thing that I can do outside and call "work" and that makes my heart rate go up and my muscles sore makes me ridiculously, totally, completely content.
I could spend days on end digging in the dirt, planting flowers and vegetables and herbs. I look forward to the day each week that I get to mow my grass. When a big outdoor project comes along I'm all in.
For me, it's the combination of moving my body plus having a real, tangible sense of accomplishment about what I'm doing that draws me to things like this. When I can step back, feel muscles ache that normally don't and really see a difference being made, it's my happy place.
This kind of "workercise" will never, ever, give me rock hard abs or a tight little behind, but it does give me a feeling of accomplishment and peace that nothing else in the world does.
And that's impossible to beat.