I’ve thought a bit more about it. I went from doing zero - and I mean zero - exercise right up to my forties, to now, at 51, doing cardio and strength training three times a week without fail, plus a weekly yoga class, outdoor swimming all summer, and a long walk every single day. I have a few 5 and 10k runs under my belt too, though I do less running these days (dodgy knee).
It started when I bought a FitBit. I was shocked at how little I actually moved: something like 2k steps a day. That put me into competition with myself - how do I improve on this?
Then after a few months I was out with my dog and I just randomly thought - could I run to the next lamppost? And I could, but it was tough. So that was the next challenge. I downloaded C25K, and although I never loved running, it became that competition with myself, and I did love the fact that after a lifetime of being unfit, I suddenly had medals with 5k and 10k on them.
Then my parents got really infirm, and it scared me, so I thought it was time to do something about my strength. I engaged a PT, and I see her once a week, and do two sessions at home. I have weights, resistance bands and an exercise bike, and my sessions include a mix of cardio and strength training.
It’s been around four years now, and it’s such a part of my everyday life that not exercising would be like not brushing my teeth. The niggling guilt and anxiety if I didn’t do it wouldn’t be worth it.
Some days it’s hard to pull on the Lycra, but it’s hard not to be able to run upstairs or fit into your clothes, or rely on people to put you to bed when you’re old. You just have to choose your hard.