What Separates Us
It’s no secret that I was off my workout game for a while, about six months. And it had been even longer since I worked out at 24 Hour Fitness. But, now that I’m back at it, at 24 Hour Fitness. I’ve noticed something.
I see the same familiar faces. The tiny, fierce lady who is always going hard on The StairMaster, the buffed guy, Marcus, who is always lifting, and the older couple who always team up side-by-side on the elliptical machines.
Working out had become a very big part of my life (it is a big part of my life) and I logged a lot of hours at the gym. I met a lot of people there. Recently, I ran into, Allen, a young energetic fella I used to joke around with. We chatted a little. I told him I was just now getting back at it, after a hiatus. Very nonchalantly, he said, “It makes no difference. You’re here. We’re here. That’s what separates us.”
Allen’s right. It’s a choice. It’s a commitment. It’s a lifestyle. It’s not about once or twice. It’s not about one day, one week, or one month. It’s about doing it again and again and again. And If there’s a bump in the road, which there will be. Adjust to the bump and continue down the road.
I’m far from being an athlete. Nor, am I the strongest gal in the gym. But,what I am is, committed. I realize that this get fit thing is a lifestyle. I also realize that I can’t lose the weight or become fit if I quit. So, I continue on. I don’t have to, but I choose to. It’s not that I’m better or stronger. It’s not that Allen is better or stronger. Okay, maybe he is. But, what separates us is our willingness, our commitment.