Last week, I decided to go for a walk after my workday had ended. As it was pouring rain outside, I figured the next best option was inside, using the stairs of course. I set my timer for thirty minutes, found an appropriate set of flights, and prepared for a decent low-impact exercise.
I made it ten minutes. I walked up four floors, then back down, and then halfway up again. And then I was exhausted, and honestly, a little nauseous. I felt silly, but I called it a day. My legs quivered like jello as I carefully made my way to my car to go home.
You might be surprised, but I’m counting that as a win in my exercise column. Why? Because it’s exercise. And really, any exercise is more than I’ve been getting. For the past several months, and years before then, I’ve been at the complete mercy of exercise Resistance. Not the strength conditioning factor, but the factor that reduces my will to exercise to pretty much nil.
I’m currently reading Steven Pressfield’s “War of Art,” which an amazing little book that talks about Resistance — what it is, how to recognize it, and what to do about it. It’s made me realize just how much I’ve been a thinker instead of doer. I constantly think about doing things; planning and analyzing at the expense of actually accomplishing anything. But if I actually want the results that should come from my plans, I’m doing to have to enact those plans.
So I count those ten minutes on the stairs as a win, because I beat the Resistance to exercise, even if only for ten minutes. The next time may be longer, but as long as I’m winning against the Resistance, I’m eventually going to win out against everything else. So look out stairs — I’m coming for you.