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What keeps you moving?

Over the last 75 days, I have done some kind of physical activity every day except for one.

One day…

It was November 1st. The day after October GRIT challenge.

Instead of moving, I spent the day suffering from a sugar hangover from eating too much of Eli’s Halloween candy the night before. (Don’t worry, he had pleny of his own candy.)

The next day, my body was moving pretty slow. And the next GRIT didn’t start for 3 days. I didn’t have a “reason” to put my body through any kind physical exertion. So, I didn’t.

I don’t regret it. It was a lesson well learned. A good reminder of why I don’t binge on sugar. And why I keep my body moving.

But a small part of me wishes I could go back to that one day just to keep that chain going.

The more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. But then, I decided give myself some grace.

Not the kind of grace that says “It’s ok. It was just one day. You deserved it.”

That can be a slippery slope.

I gave myself the kind of grace to recognize that those other 74 days still count.

And because I learned what it feels like to break the chain, I have more motivation to make sure the next 75 will be unbroken.

And the next.

And the next…

The only other time in my life that I’ve been in better shape was when I was in drum corps.

And that’s to be expected when you’re a 20 year old running around with a drum strapped on your shoulders 10-12 hrs a day, every day for 4 months straight.

Back then, there was a reason to be in great shape. I HAD to be in order to perform at my best. It was a prerequisite giving a great visual and musical performance.

It’s impossible to meticulously place every single note in a drum in perfect unison with the people next to you if you are huffing and puffing—bouncing around just just to keep up with the marching formations.

Not to mention, you are putting everyone else at risk if you aren’t physically capable of marching at least as good as the guy next to you.

Getting blindsided by a bass drum or a flag pole because you’re nearly sprinting, concentrating on playing flam drags while staring at a drum major isn’t any fun.

Believe me. I’ve been there.

It takes a high level of mental and physical strength to perform at that level.

But what happens when the stakes aren’t that high? When other people aren’t counting on you to be in peak physical shape?

Ah! That’s the lie we tell ourselves.

Because there are so many people counting on us every day.

People that need us to be healthy, strong, and present.

For me, coming healthier is less about having 6-pack abs or what I look like in a bathing suit.

Taking care of my body every day has become a prerequisite to living a life worth living.

One where I have confidence. I’m alert. Energized. More present. Aware. And able to show up and provide more for the people around me.

The effects are residual. And that’s what keeps me moving.

Here’s to the next 75 days…

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