Fucking A.

I set up the blog today having no intention to actually write it for a month.

But as I have fucking antsy pants (fingers) I couldn't help myself but get the proverbial ball rolling.

A few years ago I tried to do a year long fitness challenge. I say "tried" because 3 months in I had a huge life change and quit. Not because of the life change itself, but because I had decided to do the challenge for all the wrong reasons.

The challenge back then was to log 1,000 miles in a year. The idea had so much merit to me at the time. 
A huge personal goal. 
An effort to get healthy. 
Something I could do with my significant other.

What I didn't see was that he was the entire reason I was doing it. He was a runner. A good one. Marathoning came easy to him.Whereas I have to fight for every mile. Granted, I have developed a love/hate relationship with running because of him... but I'll never be great at it. It's just something I know is good for me. So I do it.

Anyway, three months in, he and I were over... and so was the challenge. I no longer wanted it because I wanted nothing that reminded me of him. And I decided my own fitness goals should probably reflect what I love about working out: being active, having fun, and sweating my ass off.

So I've decided that for the next year I want to sweat every day. 

Every.

Fucking.

Day.

Now I know I can't run every day and there should be some rest days in there. I get that, people. I'm not fucking stupid. The goal for me is to move. Every day. All year long. No excuses for weather. No excuses for travel. Walk for 45 min. Yoga in my living room. Go biking with a friend. Run around the block. Take a boxing class. The idea here is to move and sweat. And along the way figure out what fitness feels and looks like for my own personality... and not anyone else's. 

You always get those assholes in your life that think that blogging about fitness or working out is bragging. To them I say: get off your fucking ass then. Being in good shape and healthy is a daily struggle for me. I wasn't born with an awesome metabolism or a propensity for low body fat. I have to work for all I have (which right now isn't a whole lot.) 

December 1st, 2012  I begin my year long journey. Follow me or not. Read this or not. But know that while you are making that decision... I'm on the move.

So I say to you what I will say to myself daily during this project:

Stop being a pussy.