Your favorite athletic rule is, “A rest day is a crucial part of your workout routine.”
After I realized how much walking I actually did when I decided to remove other options from my transport list as much as possible, I had clocked up a lot more miles than I would ever have if I had gone for a “walk” as a means of exercise. Killing two birds with the two feet was delicious icing on my well deserved cake!
I love eating and not exercising. I mean, I know for my heart, butt and upper arms I’m doing my body dirty by neglecting to diet, but my mind is just so happy when I’m indulging in anything I want in whatever quantities I want.
Life gets in the way; college gets in the way. It happens without us even noticing. We suddenly become occupied with our new friends, classes, parties, and catching up on lost sleep. Maintaining a healthy diet and going to the gym three times a week become harder and harder.
Who gives a shit what size of clothes that body fits into? That body just carried you 13.1 miles. That body is a badass.
Girls, have you ever only stuck to the treadmills in your gym because you’re afraid to venture to the male dominated area AKA the weights section? I know I have.
“I’m sorry that my body in someway offends you or upsets you but I have a very quick very easy solution for you: Don’t look at me.”
When people post updates about finishing marathons or passing some major professional milestone, it can be easy to envy them, thinking they’re just naturally successful people. But success is less about the big wins than it is about the little things we do every day to build strength.
Think about it: the only reason we’re here right now is because you were fit.
You tell yourself, ‘That was my workout for the day.’ When you sprint 3 blocks to catch your train home from work, you’re convinced you burned just as many calories as you would if you were to actually work out.