I’ve got a confession to make.
I’ve been lying.
It’s the big lie too.
The ‘I don’t have time to exercise’ lie.
Let me explain.
When I first got seriously into fitness, I found it fairly easy to fit it in. I had a short commute, and a job good enough to mean I could afford a cleaner and send out my ironing. My time of choice to work out was in the morning before work. Up at 5.30, in the gym for 6.15, a hard training session and then off to the office. Weekends were dedicated to running, cycling and even longer gym sessions.
Fast forward to today, and I have a gruelling minimum three hour round trip to work. Layer on top of that the cooking, cleaning, washing and all of the other life stuff we all have to do. Trying to fit in family and some freelance work on top, exercise just kept getting pushed further and further down the priority list.
Exercise was important, but not urgent. Not in the same way that having clean clothes and food in the cupboard was.
Before I knew it, I was out of the habit. I didn’t have the time, or so I said.
Excuses are easy. But as with all things, it’s a matter of priorities. I have the same number of hours in the day as Beyonce (although probably less domestic help to be honest).
So I have had a long hard look at my lifestyle.
Last week, instead of driving to a few places that I needed to go, I took my bike.
I prioritised my health over the emails that I could do on the train later, and ran at lunchtime.
I ignored the ironing pile and went out for a late evening run. I couldn’t make a full gym session but I could do a quick jaunt near to home. And let’s face it, I can always wear something with a few creases. I ditched a TV programme that I normally watched and did some cardio instead.
We are all busy. No one just has the time. You have to make it.
As the saying goes, if you want to do something you find a way; if you don’t you find an excuse.