I meant to go to my gym over last weekend, but didn’t.  So I went on some walks and a fast hike.

Start of the week, gym in mind, work demands got in the way.  So I did a yoga video early at home before work, which was highly rigorous and intense, only a half hour worth, but I felt great afterwards.

I meant to go to the gym yesterday, but I was way too busy to get there, despite my best intentions.  So instead, because I had tickets for a play that evening I walked most of the way there and back.  It was cold so I walked very quickly.

This morning, hallelujah, I actually got to the gym despite a big “to-do” list.

As I was marching along on an elliptical machine, music in my ears via headphones, there were two young college-age guys shooting basketball together.  Not a game, just playing, moving, having fun.  They missed most of the baskets, but with every shot one of them just smiled and smiled.  He was so immensely happy to be playing.

It made me happy just to see them so happy moving and playing basketball together.  This one kid just beamed with happiness.  

I enjoyed moving, getting my blood flowing and cartilage oiled, and getting into the rhythm of life.  It was not only about treating my body well, but I felt satisfied emotionally and spiritually renewed in my relationship to others around me, and their satisfied lives.  I silently prayed, thanking God for this wonderful moment — whereas gyms were often a place of personal shame, hatred and torture in my childhood past.

I recommend moving and getting physical.  I recommend going to the gym.  Who knows what may happen!