Okay, so I’ve been trying to get back in shape, and I decided to document my “bodies sport” journey. It’s been… a process, let me tell you.
The Beginning (aka The Struggle is Real)
First, I dusted off my old running shoes. Seriously, they were practically fossilized. I found some workout clothes that, miraculously, still fit (mostly). I remembered my first attempt to run even a block, I was so winded!
- Day 1: I walked/hobbled around the block. My lungs burned. My legs ached. I questioned all my life choices.
- Day 2: I repeated the same route. Still hurt, but maybe… a tiny bit less?
- Day 3: I discovered a slight incline on my route that I hadn’t noticed before. My body hated me.
- Day 4: Rest Day
Baby Steps (and Some Missteps)
I realized I needed to take it slow. I started with just walking, gradually increasing the distance. I threw in some bodyweight exercises – you know, the basics: push-ups (on my knees, don’t judge), squats, and some very shaky planks.I found some online videos, and oh boy. The instructors were all so…chipper. I felt very un-chipper.
I bought a cheap yoga mat. I attempted some yoga. Let’s just say flexibility is not my forte. I pulled a muscle in my back trying to do a… well, I don’t even know what it was called. It involved twisting. Bad idea.
Finding a Rhythm (Sort Of)
After a few weeks, I started to notice a difference. I was not a fan of running, so I switched to cycling. I found that I could go further, faster, and it was way more fun. The slight incline become easier, and I feel better.
I started to increase.
I’m still no athlete, but I’m moving. And that’s the point, right? It’s about progress, not perfection. My “bodies sport” journey is ongoing, and it’s definitely a work in progress. But hey, at least I’m trying. That’s gotta count for something, right?
