The thing about committing to doing a thing is that you have to actually do that thing.
In my case, the thing I committed to doing requires me to not only exercise every day of January, but also to blog about said exercise every day.
Given the fact that I’ve barely been able to squeeze in 3x/week exercise and 1-2X/week blogging, this thing seemed rather an unrealistic thing.
But I committed to doing this thing, so…
Well, first, I was delighted to read the fine print on the rules of Janathon page. As it turns out, I needn’t blog about the daily exercise. I can use other forms of social media to log my participation (Twitter, Janathon Facebook page). Phew. This takes a LOAD off my mind.
Today I fulfilled my Janathon duties by both a) exercising, and b) tweeting about it using the hashtag #Janathon. Done.
Tweeting about it is perfect. 140 characters I can definitely manage.
And, by the way, you’re welcome. I know how mind-numbing reading about someone else’s workout can be. I’ve spared you a world of hurt on this front, trust me.
Putting this daily-blogging concern to rest, I set out to build a plan. My plan: OWN this thing.
Thing, I will make you my bitch, thought I.
I reviewed my calendar. Hmm, lots of travel.
No problem. Hotels have gyms.
I just need to be very intentional about my time. I need to schedule workout time as an agenda item on my daily calendar. I wouldn’t think of missing other [business] appointments scheduled there, so I won’t sherk on these ones either.
I gathered my list of go-to tools for at-home workouts: links to online videos, bookmarked workouts I’ve collected, DVDs, etc.
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
I don’t know who said that, but it is brilliant in its simplicity.
Unfortunately the one thing I didn’t plan on was a tear in my left calf muscle 4 days ago. At first I tried to ignore it. Then I tried to ‘loosen it up’, believing it was just tight. Hiking up some steep inclines two days ago didn’t help. Funny that. Today I nearly fell down the stairs when I stepped down, felt something explode, and then crumpled down to my ass and cried out like a baby.
In retrospect, the 5.5 km power walk followed by a combination of squats and lunges today may not have been the smartest move, but I had someone counting on me. But that is a story for another day.
Next up, how I got my mojo back, even with a busted up calf.