Well, despite my assertions yesterday I pretty solidly failed at meeting my calorie budget. You win some, you lose some. But that’s not what I’m writing about. Instead, I’m going to write about having some company when I went to work out.
See, I didn’t get up to work out this morning because I was feeling lazy. Instead, I went after dinner. As I was getting ready, I asked my son if he wanted to come with me or stay and watch television. And, to be honest, I thought he’d stay. Instead, he enthusiastically said he wanted to go.
So, he went. And he took my tablet, so I figured he’d chill out and play video games while I exercised.
That’s not what he did.
While I went through my workout, he tried the elliptical out. Then he got in the treadmill, after I showed him how th start it and clip the emergency off cord to his shirt.m, and tried seeing how fast he could go. Then he was back to the elliptical, and back to the treadmill, then video games and treadmill and elliptical again. And all the time chatting with me and with the lady using the reclining bike.
He had a blast.
So did I. And it reminded need me of something: exercise really should be fun. So often, I treat it like a chore. Like something I have to do, and get through, and that is necessary but that I don’t really want to do. But my favorite exercises, the ones I could do for hours, aren’t like that. I walk because it’s gorgeous outside and I enjoy exploring my neighborhood. I practice contact staff flow arts because it lets me pretend to be a Jedi Knight. I swear m because I love being in the water and playing with my son.
Heck, with my son there, even the weights felt fun.
So, that’s what I (re)learned thanks to a seven-year-old who wanted to hang out with his dad and play on the cool exercise toys. Make it fun.