Have you ever awakened not feeling quite right…as if your body was a bit out of sync…a bubble off plumb you might say?
Well…yesterday, I had one of those mornings. As a matter of fact, I was feeling so badly I just wanted to put my head under the covers and call it a day.
However, the plan that morning was to get up early and begin the day with a three mile jog. Although the way I was feeling, it was going to take a miracle just to get in a vertical position.
So, I continued to lie there feeling sorry for myself, all the while a little voice inside my head gnawed away at me whispering…practice what you preach mister…bring the action. Put one foot in front of the other and get started. Just give it 15 minutes.
Well…after strangling that little righteous S.O.B, I began the process of trying to sell myself on the idea.
The refrain, “bring the action,” kept echoing in my ears. I realize getting started is the hardest part. But as I lay there in agony envisioning myself… just a mere 30 minutes from that moment, jogging in the park, I wanted to tell that little annoying voice he was out of his ever-loving mind.
But…against my better judgment, I scoffed at the pain, slipped my shorts on, grabbed a breakfast bar, and in true masochistic form, headed to the park.
I got there in 20 minutes and proceeded to walk ever so gingerly. Ten minutes later, my body started responding as my walk transformed into a slow jog…a very slow jog mind you, but a jog never the less.
Not pushing too hard, I honestly began to feel the rhythm of the moment I was in. The morning was beautiful. The sun was rising and the air was cool…the perfect combination for a little motivation.
There I was…beginning my day, just the way I planned it the night before. And as I picked up the pace, that little voice inside boldly whispered once again…I told you so. By the way, it ended up being the beginning of a very fulfilling day.
I don’t know about you, but I sometimes set goals so high, that if I’m not careful, I can feel a little intimidated before even leaving the starting gate.
But…if I take that same goal and commit to just beginning the action…there’s a better than 50/50 chance I’ll see it through…in spades.
More times than not, within as little as 10 to 15 minutes from moving forward, I’m in full song, milking my momentum, while enjoying the ride…not to mention feeling pretty darn good about myself to boot.
So whatever you decide you want to do, why not begin with the goal of just getting started…and see how far it takes you? Try committing to 15 minutes. And come hell or high water, see it through…bring the action! You can do 15 minutes. For crying out loud…my 86 year old mother can manage 15 minutes.
Momentum is a powerful force…a very powerful force. And once it is in motion, it’s difficult to stop…it’s almost self-perpetuating. Look…it’s given credit for almost every achievement. You give it a chance…give it just 15 minutes, and see what happens. What have you got to lose?
One thing’s for sure. If you don’t…nothing will happen, and you’ll never know what could have.
Our bodies are designed to move…period, amen. If they don’t on a regular basis, we feel bad and depressed…and there’s no getting around it…end of story.
So…get your body in motion, and your mind will follow. Within 15 minutes, momentum will take over, releasing those wonderful and powerful endorphins.
Do this on a regular basis, and before you know it…an obnoxious but very wise little voice will move in and become your best friend…keeping you in motion…Listen to it. And bring the action!
Leslie and I having a little fun competing with our kids on our first annual “Family Vacation Lip Syncing Contest”. No one really wins, but we all get plenty of laughs.
Bring the Action!