I was agile and full of life.
I was in my 20s. Every morning I would wake up after snoozing the alarm for more than half an hour. Then realising I had got late, I would get ready and leave the house for work in a hurry. I had no time to cater to my body apart from giving it rest and filling it with food. I had no time to exercise. I told myself I was busy all day. I consoled myself with ‘Oh look, I do walk, walking after getting down from the cab to the elevators in the office building and then from elevator to my work station.’ I spent my weekends sleeping until late mornings and afternoon as a reward for all the hard work I did throughout the week. I considered my life a blessing so there was no need to change anything.
By the time I entered 30s, my body started showing signs of incessant fatigue and I worked out a solution of giving it more rest because by this time my body had made a life-long pact with rest and inertia. Any attempt to make it move at this stage only resulted in aches and pains making me think I must be getting it all wrong, hence it would be good to hire a trainer. I joined the best Gym in the vicinity, paying hefty fees towards the membership in the hope that the dwindling bank balance would give me the thrust to cross the Gym’s doors day after day. This did not work either. My body refused to budge from the couch and the bed. The couch and the mattresses, buried under a ton of weight, had their own stories to tell but who pays any heed to those. I took my academics seriously in school and I had learnt that lesson very well which said non-living objects do not feel anything. On growing up, I took my profession seriously always aiming for growth, horizontally and vertically. And so did my body. However, growth was a smaller ambition for it, it went for expansion.
Hitting late 30s brought varicose veins, blood clogs and the fear of my body shutting down completely. The money which earlier went to Gym membership now started getting channelised to the hospitals and pharma companies. Life-long medicines or operation became the choices at hand. The doctors cautioned, “Medicines alone will do no good, go out, move and exercise”. Thus it all came back to exercise.
In one philosophical state of mind, I was delving about the fragile lives we all lead in today’s times with sickness and other uncertainties looming large. What I did forget to consider was my sickness was a movie which had been long in the making.
This was the story of a dear one narrating his life to me. He is yet to touch 40.
What about you? Does exercise form a vital part of your daily schedule?
This post has been written for Day 3 of the 7 day blogging challenge BAR-A-THON
Today’s prompt is ‘Fragile Lives’
I am with Team #CrimsonRush
Here are my other posts for the Bar-A-Thon
Day 1 – Unlikely Trance #BarAThon Day 1
Day 2 – Silent Dilemma #BarAThon Day 2