Looking Up From The Bench

I am alive! I’ve been sitting around for the last three weeks hoping I would feel inspired to write a blog post that at least was somewhat meaningful or inspiring or informative, or something, or a new topic for me! However, that hasn’t really happened. So now, I’m just going to start writing and hope something comes to me.  So, let’s see how this goes.  What exercise means to me I’ve always loved exercise, since I was young. When I was a gymnast as a child, my favorite part was the conditioning aspect of training. I loved the presidential fitness test in fifth grade. I could do a pull up, it made me feel strong. Then as I got older; and started having some pretty big struggles I got away from exercise. I didn’t feel capable. I didn’t feel like there was a purpose to things. During that time, which was probably the most difficult of my life, everything I was going through felt insurmountable. Upon getting some much needed help and guidance, I was able to make exer...