So. Here I am again. Twice in a short while. That itself tells the story.
A couple of weekends ago I was at my friends 60th birthday. I have known him for 10 years. We have drunk a lot of alcohol together and (here's a real secret) eaten a lot of sugar together. He had bought himself a treadmill for his 55th birthday. He had no idea how to turn it on. Over Hummingbird velvet cake and a glass of something lovely he asked me why my approach to fitness had changed so dramatically.
That made me think. There has not been a dramatic change. Rather, I am dramatically changed. That is evidenced by the fact that I am telling two stories about fitness in a short period of time. I had no stories to tell on this subject for the first 40 years of my life.
The change however was not dramatic. It has creeped in over 8 years.
I started to think about why, being a binge human - shopping/drinking/eating/working/and the thing I cant write here - I am not a binge exerciser. I am consistent. I have been consistent for 8 years.
The answer of course is Niko and Jay. More recently Luke. It works. They care. The end.