Do you expect something for nothing?
November 14, 2017

I’m really bored with working out. Almost every day I’m downstairs lifting weights, and then -- a little while later -- I’m outside, running three or four miles. But recently, when I was still awestruck by the beautiful fall colors, I started doing something new. Which was to give myself credit for the thousands of miles I’ve logged since deciding running was one secret to life.

I’m ridiculously healthy, but it isn’t magic. It’s rep after rep, mile after mile. Sometimes it’s kind of okay “during” -- if I remember to focus my attention on things I love -- and it always feels great “after.” But the next time a workout comes around? “Ugh. Are you kidding?”

Then I do what I’m supposed to do. I don’t like working out, and I’ll probably never look forward to it. Being a grownup about that, though, makes being a grownup easier. An hour or two a day, most days of the week, is actually a bargain.