Physical fitness has been my occupation and my life for the better part of the last five years. How that came to be is a unique story for another time. But while that was the case, my primary focuses were taking care of my body and teaching others how to care for their own through regular exercise and proper movement mechanics. About a year ago, that began to change. Applying, preparing, and sitting for the Texas Bar Exam would demand a different approach—and a reshuffling of personal priorities.
Coaching would remain a central part of my life until later in the exam preparation phase, but almost immediately after I set sail toward this major career transition, I began spending less time in the gym working on my physical fitness. Throw in there the Illinois Governor’s response to a spreading global pandemic, a bar exam date that was pushed back at least twice, a cross-country relocation during the winter holidays, the adoption of a beautiful—but young and potty-prone—puppy, a historically devastating and inclement southern freeze, and a demanding job search, and you have a dense recipe for falling off the physical fitness bandwagon.
And I sure did. Bad. The only training I have really done for the last few months has been running CrossFit classes via Zoom as a coach/participant three days a week. True, it has been better than nothing. But it is also a far cry from something that has essentially defined my existence for years. Even in law school I was religious about daily physical training, often showing up to the rec center twice a day. Nevertheless, and however valid or invalid the reasons for my trend in the opposite direction, I am ready for change. It is necessary. Right now.
Accordingly, I will use the month of March to make my return—to fitness and to personal progress. I and Invite you to join me for the journey. Each week, on Sunday, I will record for you how I feel and my goal(s) for the week ahead.
Regarding my feelings today, my self-confidence and personal aesthetic image are as low as they have ever been. I now avoid looking in the mirror whenever possible, because doing so reveals—in my mind—that I have failed to adequately accommodate my physical/mental health for far too long. But confronting that perceived fall is an important first step in the process of self-improvement. I must acknowledge my error, in order to address it.
In a much more physical sense, I feel tired. All the time. Mentally drained, structurally uncoordinated, and absolutely fatigued. Feeling this way makes me easily agitated and far less productive during the day. And it needs to stop.
With respect to a goal, mine is simple for this first week: train for 45 minutes, four days of the seven. Overwhelming myself at the beginning will only deter me from continuing, so I set this goal very specifically, in light of my minimalist efforts over the past month or two. The time for talk is over, though. The time for doing is now. Talk to you next Sunday.