Isn’t it strange that in modern times we have to make time for exorcising? Back in the day, life was exercise enough. I don’t think people were coming back from plowing the fields to do some crunches.
Animals don’t exercise… You will never see a cheetah doing pushups, or a dog lifting weights. So why do we humans decontextualize exercise? We have to put aside an hour to do repetitive movements rather than just living a life full of movement. Maybe why it is hard for people to get into exercising is because so much of it is boring as shit and makes you feel like a lab rat.
I can’t really blame anyone who doesn’t want to go to spin classes between working all day and going home to deal with life. Modern technology has afforded us a lot more leisure because we don’t have to walk 10 miles to get water or chop wood for 26 hours to heat our house for 1, but in a way it has also enslaved us to our chairs. Unless you are a gym teacher or a stripper chances are there isn’t a lot of opportunity to move your body in your everyday existence.
Some of us however, are addicted to movement and need it to survive. Call it ADD, being descendants of hunters, or vanity, but there are people that will make time no matter what, and I am one of them. A day where I don’t move my body around is a day where I feel incomplete.
So the other day I decided to go for a run. I haven’t been on one for few years, but the idea was calling to me. I had a friend watch The Munch and off I went listening to Missy Eliot on Pandora.
I realized during this run that this was the longest I had ever moved my body without the Munch for 2 years (if you count my being preggers). She was either inside of me, attached to me, crawling all over me, being carried by me…
I never ran so fast in my entire life. I felt so free. So light. So appreciative of that moment of just being me flying through the wind looking at the trees. I even sprinted up the last hill I was so excited to get home and tell The Munch all about it.