For the first time in my life I exercised today without thinking about how difficult each step is.
Without obsessively looking at the calorie counter and imagining what food it had or would burn off for the day.
Without looking at the time, beckoning it to go faster.
I felt the music in my ears and allowed it to permeate through my body.
I closed my eyes and walked each step without looking down.
After a while I felt no burn, no unpleasant feelings, I just kept on walking.
After 8 songs I stopped. I measured my workout by music alone.
This was a liberating experience, one that I could not have imagined a year ago.
Fitness has always been a chore, a dreadful anxiety trap of doomed failure.
But now, I know I can’t ignore my healthy inner voice morphing into action.
This is my year. I can feel it.