Well, when it comes to some things. When it comes to getting her exercise she doesn't mess around. 9 months pregnant she's running and working out. 9 months pregnant. If that's not a great excuse to not workout nothing is. Even the very day she had her baby this girl runs. Unbelievable.
And just knowing her, you know it's not to prove a point. It's not to be impressive. She doesn't try to be humble about it. She isn't smug. She really doesn't think it's that big of a deal--because it's something she wants to do, for herself.
I wonder about myself. What keeps me from exercising when I'm in perfectly good health? When I do exercise, what makes me want to stop when I start barely getting tired? What holds me back from doing hard things? From pushing myself?
The other day I was outside walking. Part way I think to myself maybe I could run. So I do. About 5 minutes pass and my body feels heavy and tired. It's hot outside. I say to myself, "I can do hard things. I'm healthy. My body can keep going." I keep going. I say this to my body several times for the next 20 minutes. I felt good. I did it, and I did it for myself.
I thought of this yesterday in the kitchen. I kept passing dry dishes sitting in the drainer that needed to be put away. I had nothing pressing to do. I just didn't feel like putting them away. I realized I was waiting for a moment where everything in me would suddenly shout, "I really want to put those dishes away! This is the right time!" I also realized that moment probably wouldn't happen. At least, not without a lot of time passing with clean dishes in the drainer. Why not just put the dishes away?--not because I want to, but because I can. I put them away. I felt good again.
This must be part of being an agent unto myself: learning to act and not be acted upon.
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