Knowing and Really Knowing

Yes, she's crazy.

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 hymns…I just don’t really know.

I just ran for the first time in a month. The impact wasn’t small and hard to discern, not by a long shot. I feel amazing. I’m even smiling while I write this. I’ve been worrying about the economy, the fact that I’m gaining weight, the fact that I can’t find a drummer, etc. etc. Now I feel wonderful and it didn’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 I’ve been incommunicado. I’m working on it.