Something strange has happened to me in recent months. I've started to enjoy exercise. I've started to look forward to it, to crave it. Going for a run, swim, or bike ride is a treat for me. Granted, it's a treat I indulge in regularly, but it's still a thrill that I get to.
At the same time, I've realized that my terminology has changed. I rarely tell my husband that I need to "work out". Instead, I am "going for a run, swim, bike, or hike". I'm doing something that is a hobby and an enjoyable activity for me. I often push myself, but it's still fun.
Today, I took my kids to the pool. I realized that my 2 year old and 3 year old have it figured out. We spent hours jumping, swimming, playing. My son doesn't think of it as work. It's simply "swimming" and it's simply fun.
Where did we lose that pure enjoyment in activity? At what age did we give up the pure enjoyment that comes from running, climbing, jumping or swimming?
Take a lesson from a toddler. Go play.