Whenever I begin exercising, after an extended period of inactivity, I always have the same thought. How on earth did I allow myself to let the fitness levels slide. It seems to start with illness. This most recent lull in exercise started that way and from memory so did the lull before that. Though a multitude of excuses enter my mind stretching way beyond health. Poor weather or tiredness or lack of spare time. At the end of the day, they are all just excuses.
Three out of the last four days I've made a concerted effort to get back into it. An 8km walk on Friday, to build endurance. Then on Saturday and this morning, back onto my training paddock of choice... the beach. Six laps (3km) in dry sand. Not endeavouring to break any records or prove anything. Just solid, consistent, running. The improvement to my mindset is incredible. I can only liken it to a wound up spring when I don't exercise. Forever being pushed and ready to release, at any given moment. Exercise certainly doesn't make everything perfect, but it goes a long way towards a positive outlook on things. Clear perspective is a powerful tool for mind AND body.
And of course, I need as much inner (and outer) strength as possible, to keep up with my two rascals. My word they are like true partners in crime these days.