I might be exaggerating a little (but it’s necessary).
So, I recently rekindled my habit of running — after a long time of inactivity. After a few days of being back at it, I found myself enjoying myself more than I have ever.
And no, jogging sessions are not necessarily the reason I am not a hotshot in the things I love doing and are good at. I am not an athlete.
Anyway, a few days ago I found myself on top of the tar, sweating out the heat, tiredness and a bit of the laziness I’ve been nurturing for the past few months. And then I reached my destination — a park with gym equipment where I do upper body exercises before going back home — and I stopped briefly. My body trembled and I took that as a nudge to go on. I ran, harder this time, for another 20 minutes before returning to the park.
What was crucial for me to note here was that I trembled not because of pain, but euphoria. My body was desperately seeking the exercise I’ve been denying it recently. And this gets me to the crux of this article.
I am not where I am supposed to be because I often start things, push them for a while and then when life gets tough, abandon them. Start something else (because life has steadied), push them out of happiness at having a jab at something new and then hit a wall and crash out. And so on it goes.
This has been my biggest downfall in a few things I have done.
And this connects with running / exercise this way:
I love running and working out, but the problem is I do it often when I am in a happy state and things are going well. Yes, I love it when it is convenient. Which, if I am honest, sucks big time, and wastes valuable time. And what I have noticed is that when I stop running, that negatively affects a lot of other facets of my life.
The math is simple here: what makes you think you can easily dump something you ought to commit to and not have that pattern continue onto other things. More important things. Often, one negative habit you will rear its head even in the things you consider sacred. Pay attention to the habits you’re perpetuating — this is crucial!
In short, I am not an aircraft-hopping Writer and Professional Speaker because because the habits I have developed. At college, for instance, they seemed innocuous. Now, they stretch themselves to reach into my professional life and wreak havoc there.
I started thinking about this seriously when I did weights at the park that evening: Where would I be as I sit here, had I continued to painstakingly build my body and then strengthened my resolve toward that endeavour? It’s not rocket science. I would be way fitter than I am as I write this. Waaay sexier even *chuckles*. And my guess is, I would be hopping on stages delivering mesmerising presentations and servicing many a client with my writing prowess.
If I stick to one difficult endeavour all the way through, I am probably likely to stick to other things I do until they bear fruit.