I love to read. Anytime. Anywhere. I can get distracted when exercising in the gym which is not my comfort zone. The gardening (a comfort zone) I do can be hard, heavy physical work. I also like to tell people who will listen that I just go to keep Himself company during his post-cardiac programme. However, I digress.
I read the inspirations that urge those of us working out in the gym to strive harder towards a healthier and stronger physical self. I enjoy the wit and subtlety of the memes. Words feature on posters on the gym walls and flash across the screens mounted above the treadmills and cross-trainer machines.
- Get started.
- Can’t is not a word.
- Sweat is fat crying.
- Just do it anyway.
- Can you kick it? Yes you can.
- Ora up. You’re alive, but are you living?
- Fit is not a destination, it is a way of life.
- The difference between try and triumph is a little umph.
- There are seven days in the week, someday isn’t one of them.
- We do not stop exercising because we grow old, we grow old because we stop exercising.
The nation’s health statistics make for alarming reading. We, the public, are all in this lifeboat together. No matter our age, our (dis)-ability, our health status, our weight, our family and work schedules. Doctors are writing green prescriptions for their patients for a more active lifestyle.
“What fits your busy schedule better, exercising one hour a day, or being dead 24 hours a day?” Randy Glasbergen.
I get the message.
Get to the gym. Get into that gym gear. Lace up those gym shoes.
No excuse. No escape.
There is no loophole in my workout for life programme.