I often find myself saying that one of the reasons I workout as often as I do (though probably not as often as I should) is because I like cookies. And beer. And french fries. I also have grown to genuinely enjoy my workouts- even running. But I know, as I’m sure you do, that I could do a little better. A little better with the workouts; a little better with the eating; a little better with caring for my body that shockingly moved into the second third of it’s life without my permission.
In spirit that earlier this week I began a 100 day challenge with some beloved coworkers. This isn’t 100 days of deprivation or cleansing or dieting or burning out, but 100 days of doing just a little better. 100 days of walks or runs or bike rides or yoga classes. 100 days of a piece of fruit in the afternoon rather than a cookie. 100 days of seemingly small decisions. I may lose a few more of these stubborn plateau pounds– I may not. I may ride my way into my first bike race– I may not. I may run my way to a Bolder Boulder PR– I may not. But after 100 days I’m quite certain I will be glad I’ve stood with these friends and made a few better choices.
Though it’s worth admitting, starting this during the last month of the school year may have been a tactical error on our part, so if you’re looking for us, we’re stress eating clementines.