Wow, I Feel Good

I always looked at exercise people as freaks.  I'm talking about those guys & gals that you see at the gym every day that seem to really enjoy lifting weights or running on the treadmill.  

Sure, I went because I felt like I owed it to myself and my family, but I didn't really love it.

My, how things have changed.

When my alarm goes off at 4:20 am, no matter what time I went to bed, I shoot out of bed like I was just called off the bench at a football game.  "Taylor, you're in!"  

I put on my workout clothes, stretch and I am out the door by 4:30 to walk/jog a mile before I reach the gym when it opens at 5:00.

And I love it.  I love the way my body feels.  I love the energy it gives me.  I love breaking a good sweat.  (Heck, I sweat when I peel a banana.  Imagine the sweating involved when I jog.)

By the time I reach the gym to lift weights, I feel ready to conquer the world.  After the half hour of weights, I still have enough energy to jog back to my house...about 1/4 mile...before I get home to do some school before I get ready for work.

You've heard it said many times: If I can do it, anyone can.

Well, trust me when I say it.