I'm missing my 4th floor walk-up London apartment. A few more months of walking up three flights of stairs multiple times every day and I would be fit as a fiddle! Of course, that doesn't really fit in to real life. If I had two young children and a real load of groceries to lug up those stairs, I wouldn't be singing their praises. As it is, I'm back to willing myself to go on walks I don't have to go on. I don't have to walk from The Elon School to The Acorn to get a cup of coffee. I don't have to walk through the paths in the woods behind the barn.
I know I didn't have to, but I somehow spontaneously motivated myself to take two dogs and a boy on a walk to the back pasture this afternoon. It helped that the temperature today was in the mid 80's (instead of high 90's) and that my semester/trimester hasn't officially started yet. I have more energy now than I will in a week or two. The boy was not happy about the walk so I sent him back with the larger dog and headed off with little Belle and asked myself as I do every time I walk in the woods "why don't I do this every day? Multiple times every day?!?" It rejuvenates the spirit to walk back there. The day just falls off and curriculum planning, child rearing, and paper writing don't seem so overwhelming. Bug bites and spider webs can't dampen the spirits while walking through the green shade. Sometimes you can find a turtle. Belle loves it too.
So maybe I can remember that next time I think I would rather check email or wash the dishes than go for a walk. Getting exercise is not enough motivation for me; I need to feel that it's absolutely necessary in other ways. We're in the process of building a goat corral pretty far back on the property, so the necessity of checking on the goats back there may be the impetus I need. And once I'm back there, I won't be able to resist going even further.