I’ve had seasons of physical fitness in my life, but it’s fair to say I’m not currently in one of those seasons. Over the past ten years I’ve trained for triathlons, marathons and tony-hortons. I thrive on a workout calendar. My soul savors every check box and every crossed-out-day completed.
In fact, over the last three months, I’ve had several marathon research sessions to discover my next challenge. But, in the midst of my search for the perfect program, I’ve failed to do one thing. Exercise. Without a plan, my motivation tanked. I tend to be an all-or-nothing type. If I can’t exercise for an hour, I won’t exercise at all. Why run if there’s no miles to record and chart?
That changed Sunday. I took a step, a tiny step. Ten minutes. Lunges, Pushups, Planks. To my brain, it was a small step. My breathing had a different opinion. Two days later my legs also tell a different story. And, I’ve learned something. There’s no shame in the small step.
We all desire to see transformation in some area of our life: physically, spiritually, socially, financially. And many of us want the complete chart and calendar before we make a move. A strategy is good. A step forward is better.
Honestly, I’ve hesitated for far too long in posting. I wanted a writing plan. I’d prefer to have a list of posts planned out. But this is my small step. And, there’s no shame in the small step. What’s yours? What could you do today?
