It rained this weekend, a socked in, chilly spring rain. So this afternoon when the sun finally peeked out we had plenty of stink to blow off. I hauled the boys outside for a rollicking game of frisbee with a little tug-of-war with Meg and fetch with Abbi thrown in.
We shared some laughs, mostly courtesy of Meg, and Alex taught me how to dab and nae nae, which evidently means I’m almost as cool as Betty White. (Apparently I have some work to do).
It was bliss.
I kept thinking that this is what life is really about. Horsing around, laughing and making memories together.
And it occurred to me that I want to keep doing this kind of thing. Not just until my kids are grown, but as long as there’s breath in my body.
I took a moment to deeply appreciate today, realized that I am not guaranteed another second here, and yearn for the ability to continue to create and enjoy moments like this.
It’s at the core of my passion for exercise. Activity begets activity; I stay active so I can stay active. When someone suggests going for a hike, I want to be the first to don my boots, not only now, but for as many years as can. When I see those videos of octogenarians running marathons, I don’t just find them inspiring, I want to do it.
Every single step I take today is an investment in the steps I want to take next year, and every year after that, hopefully well into my 80’s or 90’s. And every single step I take today is a return on the investment of last year’s steps.
Lastly, movement is an act of gratitude. Gratitude for my health, my ability, my strength. It’s not lost on me how fleeting it all is, and that my ability could be altered this very day. While I do hope to maintain it as much and as long as humanly possible, it’s not entirely up to me when or how it will no longer be possible. So today, while I am able, I will be active as an act of gratitude and investment.