Fitness

I know, I never talk about fitness. Go ahead...look...I just don't do it. I have gone over all my feelings, talked a ton about food, and even shared my battles and challenges with faith. But NEVER have I approached fitness, exercise, or any physical activity of the sort.

Tonight, let the story begin.

Would you believe I am an athlete? Let's change that to I "was" an athlete. The only activity I look like I do is hand to mouth repetitions and I am assuming I have to relinquish the title once I became a couch potato in shape?

The history goes I played tee ball, baseball, softball, volleyball, & basketball. I even threw shot put and discus in high school. Was varsity my freshman year. I danced in high school and in college. Took tap even and was darn good at it. From as far back as I can remember starting at age 5 or 6, I was physical. Not neccessarily thin but very athletic. But somewhere in the last 10 years, I have forgotten it all. There is no muscle memory here. I have muscle amnesia. And the more out of shape I've gotten the more unmotivated I've become. The further those memories of the past athlete I was become. So long old me. I hate sweat and sweat clothes and moving period. I like my chairs and couches and beds.

But every now and then I do try and in monumental ways. Like the other day I had to drop my truck off at the shop and the shop nor the dealer were going to pick me and the kids up to get me to a loaner car. So I threw the baby in the stroller and grabbed the other kids hand and walked 1.5 miles to get to the dealer for a loaner car. I do have a few licks in me still but not enough to ever be considered an athlete again in this lifetime.
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