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Ro Paxman
See Ya at the Top
I have often read that studies show that the majority of successful people exercise. Every time the information surfaced, I tossed it my mind's trunk, vowing to examine that fact at a later date. Maybe I left this information in my trunk full of random facts because I hadn't considered the question in a serious way.
I assumed I already knew the answer. I assumed successful people exercised because they need to look fit when they are hob-knobbing around with other fit, successful people. I assumed that they have personal trainers, home gyms and water-bearing minions who follow them around, offering sips of designer water out of designer straws stuck in designer bottles. Of course, this exercising happens while the successful one manages their international business while talking on a cell phone.
Oh brother.
This year, I have been examining all of my assumptions. I realize that in some areas of my life I occasionally operate with faulty logic. Last spring, when I read once again that successful people exercise regularly, the key turned over the engine of my mind and I shot out of the fog-filled driveway I was stuck in.
I knew the answer.
Why do successful people exercise? Why are they more successful at exercising than most people? Conversely, why are people that exercise more successful? I think it's because they don't give up easily and they don't talk themselves out of doing things that are good for them. They make time to do things that are worthwhile. They understand that taking care of themselves is a worthwhile endeavor and that not exercising will ultimately get in their way.
When I realized the truth, the windshield wipers in my mind started to work and I suddenly saw the road I need to walk on. I have been operating under the faulty assumption that I am selfish and unproductive when I exercise. I have been telling myself that I need to do more important things during the time I would spend exercising. It's embarrassing to admit that to you.
The morning after I had this revelation, I put Molly on her leash and we set off for a long walk. We climbed up to the top of a large hill. I huffed and puffed up that trail, but I felt like I had won an Olympic gold medal when I stood at the top, looking over the valley.
I stood there a long time that day, wishing that the feeling of satisfaction in a job well done could last forever. Suddenly, my reverie was interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing. Surprised to get a call (I don't get many) I said, "Hello, this is Ro," with the very best I-am-successful-sounding voice I could muster.
It worked, too. I could tell that the telemarketer on the other end of the line was very impressed with me.
I guess that shows you what a little exercise can do.
- Ro
P.S. I wish I could tell you that my experience sent me into a whirlwind of exercise and activity. I wish I could tell you that I am now fit and toned. But, I can't and I won't lie to you about it. I have Fibromyalgia and, as a result, I occasionally struggle to get through the day. I've been struggling with my Fibro a lot during the past few months and it has prevented me from doing all that I long to do.
But, someday, I'll feel better again and when I do, I've got a hill to climb.
See ya at the top.
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