As I watch the Winter Olympics, I find myself in awe of the physical condition of the athletes. They have strength, endurance, and flexibility. They’re so fit, which is the exact opposite of me. I’d love to be in even half that shape, but I have this one little problem: I hate to exercise. By that I mean exercising just for the point of exercising or getting fit — lifting weights just to move heavy things, walking just for exercise or, worse, using a treadmill of stationary bicycle. It’s just so boring, and it takes a long time to feel the benefits from exercise. When I try to start a fitness program, I get bored with it and give up before I start seeing the kind of results that would encourage me to continue. Even with yoga, where I feel better immediately after doing it, I have to force myself to do it, and then I can’t wait for it to be over.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t like activity. When I was spending days shoveling snow, I found that I was actually enjoying myself. There was a great sense of accomplishment from seeing the results, and I felt myself getting stronger. I get bored with walking for the sake of walking, like walking laps or going on a regular route purely for fitness purposes, but I love walking when there’s a purpose to it. I enjoy walking as a form of transportation. One of my favorite things about where I live now is the fact that I can walk to so many things. I walk to church when the weather allows it, and I walk to events downtown. I can walk to concerts in the park or to the community garden market. I also love hiking and being in the woods and I enjoy walking when I’m exploring.

Or I enjoy activity when it’s something I’m doing for fun, like dancing. I was probably at my most fit when I was taking ballet classes, and ballroom dancing is fun. I can make myself do exercise when I have a specific goal, like when I was in physical therapy and trying to get back full function of a knee or shoulder, or when I’m trying to get better at something I enjoy. One reason I was so fit when taking ballet was because I’d do other exercises during the week to make myself do better in ballet.

What I’ve figured out from this is that I need a purpose to make myself do an activity. Even making exercise a task on my calendar or giving myself points toward rewards for doing it doesn’t motivate me. But having something specific and tangible that I’m trying to accomplish does work. So if I’m not walking because I need to get somewhere, I need to come up with some other purpose, like something I want to explore. In a town full of historic districts, that should be easy enough. I can play tourist and walk the way I did when I visited the town on vacation. When the ice and snow clear out, I’ll have a lot of garden work to do. Then the yoga will work as a way to undo the aches from the garden work and long walks. I may look into some dance classes.

I can’t believe it took me this long to realize that having a purpose might make a big difference. I guess it’s like the way I have a hard time keeping my house clean but can get it in shape if I might have company. I need external motivation for some things.

Now I just need enough ice and snow to clear so I can get out and do more.

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