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Bandwagon(s)

In 1855 the term bandwagon was created and first used-originally it was a large, ornate wagon that carried musicians that were part of a band usually in circuses.

I'm not sure when the term expanded to what we use it for now, but anyway, this is a term I use ALL THE TIME.  There are bandwagon fans, which if you think about it, everyone is one at one point in their lives; the loyalties start by jumping on a bandwagon with other fans, whether that be following in your families foot steps or deciding on the team on your own, it all starts by hopping on board.  There are also bandwagon trends-copying the latest fashion or hobby all falls under the category.

I lately and FINALLY might I add, got back on the exercise/health/fitness bandwagon.  I fell off back in June-ish and I have had a hard time finding it and getting back on until last Monday.  I guess you could say I had an epiphany (another word I love to overuse) when I found photos of me from not even that long ago and I looked pretty damn good.  Back then I remember thinking I was gross & fat, but lemme tell you, I was well on my way to being at my fittest if I had just kept up the momentum.  Coming across these photos made me kind of wake up and realize that getting out of bed at 6:00AM, is NOT the end of the world like I kept thinking it was when I attempted a New Year's resolution of going back to the gym.  Every morning since Monday the 25th I haven't even hit snooze.  I have been feet on the floor at 6:15AM (enough time from 6:05 alarm to look at e-mails & social media, duh) and out my door 15 later to run around my neighborhood.  I used to gym every day, which I think I will eventually do when I get bored with running but right now, I am getting my runners high and it feels AMAZING.  I forgot how it feels, I used to run in college every day my freshmen year and loved it.  I love that I get to see the sun rise, I have complete silence (minus the music in my ears) and I am alone with my thoughts.  I have no distractions but the direction I want to go and the pavement below my feet.  It is my version of serenity and it has become the best start to my days.  I end up being more energized, up beat, and excited to start my days after I run.

The motivation is going well with the photos, it also helps that my boyfriend and I are competing, in a way.  We both have Apple Watches (highly recommend an Apple Watch or some sort of fitness tracker to wear on your wrist that connects to your phone, there is something SO fulfilling about seeing your results in numbers and distances and lengths) and we send each other our summaries of how many calories we burned or how much exercise we did.  So far, I am basically kicking his ass.  I have also found it helpful to talk to my girlfriends about it who are also on health kicks (hopefully the kicks for all of us will turn into forever habits) and we motivate each other.

Bottom line of this post is that if you want it bad enough, it really becomes mind over matter.  I told my brain I was going to wake up and go running, and I did it, and then by day 4 I didn't even have to pep talk myself, it became normal- I had clothes out, I had my playlist set, it wasn't negotiable because it was becoming my new morning normality.  I also found that even though I feel SO exhausted at 6:05 when the good ol' alarm goes off, I am not exhausted once I am out of bed, it immediately drops away.  Plus side- I sleep like a dead rock every night too!

Jump on it.  It's never too late, even 25 days after the new year.


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