I know exercise is important. I know that running helps me to feel healthier, stronger and more confident. I know all of these things. I give long soliloquies on how much of an impact exercise can have on mental well being. I know that being inactive is a trap that leads to low self-esteem and isolation.I know that physical activity relieves stress and releases aggression.
Sometimes though, I stop really knowing. I can still spout the platitudes, I can still hum the hymnsâ€¦I just donâ€™t really know.
I just ran for the first time in a month. The impact wasnâ€™t small and hard to discern, not by a long shot. I feel amazing. Iâ€™m even smiling while I write this. Iâ€™ve been worrying about the economy, the fact that Iâ€™m gaining weight, the fact that I canâ€™t find a drummer, etc. etc. Now I feel wonderful and it didnâ€™t cost a dime. I have to keep reminding myself of this as often as I can. I have to remember the difference between knowing and really knowing.
Really knowing is doing.
p.s. Sorry Iâ€™ve been incommunicado. Iâ€™m working on it.