I have started exercising again. Moving my body. I do it a lot, to be fair. But then life gets stressful and movement takes a back seat.
But moving your body brings life to your capillaries.
Life to your fingertips.
You can be sad, but when you move, your sadness sort of dances. The wobbling self pity fountain stays away. Dry eyes, smile lips.
I cycle down the Great Shilling Way. Sounds grand, doesn’t it? I like to think it is. It’s the path old soldiers during the First World War took. On their way somewhere. There are metal figurines of these men in their oval helmets, carrying rifles. Iron-wrought poppies. Fields to the right (or left, depending which way you’re coming), and the main road on the right.
The Great Shilling Way.
So I cycle. I also own some weights and I use those at home with a resistance band I bought years ago on Amazon.
I go to the gym. I lift heavy weights. I can squat 40kg now, and can leg press 100kg. I’ve always had super strong legs, probably why I enjoy cycling so much.
Red face. Red capillaries. Strong legs to squat down and pick things up whilst carrying my heavy 12kg baby.
Happy mood, movement, energy levels soaring. Tired muscles, but the kind of tired where you can feel the strength quietly building.
I hope this movement spree lasts longer than the last one.
Moving my body is fantastic for my mood.