I’m going to go against all conventional blogging wisdom and disappoint you in the very second sentence of this blog post. I’m not going to tell you how to maximise your exercise efforts. You’d be perfectly entitled to stop reading right this moment. Or you could keep reading. The choice is yours.
Change is hard. We get comfortable in our methods, our lifestyle, our patterns. Even with the best of intentions, a change is always met with gritting of teeth and questioning of necessity, even if the change is in fact quite simple. Let’s take Facebook as an example.
Imagine if you got paid just for turning up to work. Imagine if you arrived at the office, sat down, cashed your cheque, and that was the end of your obligations for the day. The good news is that it’s not too far from the truth. The bad news is that it has consequences.
I’m a night runner. We’ll, ok, now I’m getting ahead of myself. I wouldn’t call myself a runner in any loose sense of the word. I’m more of a scrambling mess. But I do go for runs. To be more specific, Zombie Runs.
I think it’d be safe to say that everyone encounters the moment when you discover: “What I’m doing is not enough.” That you are responsible for your own actions, and your own results. That if you were doing everything right, you would be in the best shape of your life.
We’re often told that if you want something to be held true, you need it in writing. That a handshake alone won’t do, and your word most definitely not. I think this unfortunate point of view has had a lasting impression on us. I seek to challenge it.
I grew up in a country town called Manjimup. I loved being a kid there, and I wouldn’t have changed a thing. A lot of people have the impression that living in the country limits you in a lot of ways. When compared to a city life, this can be true.