I have an imaginary spiritual guide, which sounds like a spirit guide and IT’S NOT AT ALL. Just so we’re clear.
My imaginary spiritual guide, in fact, is a lot like Jiminy Cricket, except not annoying. Just there, telling me what to do and what will happen, and then going off to wherever imaginary beings go.
Here’s the thing: My daughter had a baby, and that was many different kinds of fun, but it changed my routine. I took more trips. I thought about other things. I archived millions of baby pictures. This all took TIME.
And I noticed that my Runkeeper app had updated at some point, and now showed me a screen that had the hours of exercise I had done this week, compared to last week. I rarely paid attention, but eventually I noticed that I had been averaging about 3-1/2 hours. Per week. So, 30 minutes of exercise a day.
That’s all we ask, healthcare professionals will say. Thirty minutes of brisk walking or biking or running or swimming or something brisk, anyway. Would do America a lot of good.
But for me? Off my game, and I don’t exercise for my health. It has a positive effect on my health, but I exercise to stay sane. And then I exercise more if I’ve been gaining weight and need to do that. But mostly it’s mental health.
Spiritual health too. Psychological, philosophical…you know the routine. It makes me feel better, and here I’d let it drop to a minimum, and then winter came, and then spring, and now Jiminy Cricket.
So I immediately got that number up to 8 hours for the next week. Yesterday I did 2-1/2 hours of cardio, an hour on the bike (stationary, no flat tires) and 90 minutes on the road, walking. Not as fast as it had been, a year ago, needs some improvement, but still got that brisk thing going and sweat and all.
Because Jiminy said, You’ll feel better. You’ll BE better. Somehow. And maybe not today. But soon.
Which, of course, can be said for getting an education and eating kale, among other things, but I knew what the cricket had in mind.
So that’s what I’m doing.