You've heard people say they're "out of shape". Oh, I need to get back in shape. I'm so out of shape. I could do that if I were in shape.
There was a time I didn't really know what that meant. "In shape."
It was a blissful, happy time.
I spent most of my life not knowing how to exercise and not caring that I didn't have the discipline or dedication to accomplish any kind of physical goals. I ate cheese fries for supper and I never had a gym membership.
But then I let my husband talk me into doing this. And out of equal parts fear and stubbornness, I trained and prepared and clawed my way to the top of that mountain. If for no other reason than I knew if I stopped halfway – so would Jeff. And I remember thinking during that last stretch toward the bottom, when I couldn't feel most of the bottom half of my body and seriously considered the possibility I might have permanently lost some sensation in my toes, "people who do this more than once are just plain crazy."
And even though I wasn't convinced I would do something like that again, I vowed to stay "in shape".
And then came the 6-8 months of the year during which I am NOT training to climb a mountain, and I learned all too well what it means to let myself get out of shape.
Well. Here it is, ladies and gentlemen.
A line in the sand.
Actually, here. Like I mean it.
Today is March 1st. The first day of the rest of my life. Or the first day of training, as it were. We are taking another hiking/climbing trip this July and I WILL be ready for it. Today means back to the gym. Today means it's eight days until Lent which means it's probably smart to start weaning off the Diet Coke NOW.
Today means business. Incidentally, today also means new shoes. But, mostly business.