We’re all dealing with a “new normal” these days. For some, kids are around ALL the time. For others, your partner NEVER leaves. And for people like me, there’s no one around, so there’s a chance of isolation.
But one thing we all have in common is the lack of gym time. Like everyone else I know, my gym has closed. And for the record: my gym is IN my apartment building. So, not only am I relegated to staying home alone, I can’t even venture downstairs to the treadmill.
Coronavirus = Closed
If you’ve followed me for the past several months, you know I’m on a mission to close my Apple Activity Rings for 180 days straight. While I gave up on closing that green one in January (for some reason running errands doesn’t count as running), I stayed true to closing that elusive red one: the “Move” ring. (Side note: the blue “Stand” ring happens without a lot of effort, so I consider that a gimme.)
When I received the “work from home” order on March 13, like so many of my friends, I was concerned. Not only about toilet paper, but about my goal to close that red ring. At the end of that day, I was on Day 166.
By March 16, my gym closed and I still had 12 days to go.
Coronavirus = Creativity
I had to get a little creative with my workouts. I had already started “dance parties” on nights that had me working late (thanks COVID), so I thought it might work to just extend those parties.
I’m going to be 100% honest: working 14-hour days to deal with the pandemic does not lend itself to a 2-hour dance party at the end of the night. But, with all the bad news happening around me, I knew dancing around my apartment was not only the best way to stay sane in this time, but the best way to work off pent-up energy.
So, I pushed play to my 80’s, 90’s and 00’s dance parties over and over again.
By Day 179, I wanted nothing more than to run on a treadmill. I understand how incredibly rare that is, but I was tired of my own moves on my living room dance floor.
But… it was Day 179.
Coronavirus = Culmination
On Day 180, I checked my watch around 6:00 p.m. I was so far behind my daily checkpoint, I was concerned that my COVID-19 coverage had caught up with me.
But with the encouragement of my best friend, I got even more creative. While I waited for my next work assignment, I turned on Spotify and danced. When the assignment came my way, I danced in-between typing and approvals.
By the time I logged off from work for the night, I was caught up. Then, it was time to dance.
I cannot adequately explain what this icon meant to me when it popped up on my watch and phone.
For the last six months, I had been working toward this goal. I mean, after happy hours with friends, I was on the treadmill. Instead of going to the movies, I was watching on the run. Between recent work assignments, I was running.
When this lime green and pink shield showed up, I had nothing else to do but dance with joy.
So, I kept dancing.
Coronavirus = challenge accepted
After Day 180, I was at a crossroad. What now? I hadn’t really thought about it.
But on Day 181 and Day 182, I moved more. I went for a 5 mile walk. I danced to a new playlist. I kept moving.
That theory that when you create a habit, it’s hard to break, is true. I could have sat on my couch all weekend. I mean, I finally had a weekend off from work. I could just sit.
But, after six months, a habit formed. I had to keep moving.
As I close this, I’m at Day 182. I don’t know how many consecutive days I will continue closing my “Move” ring. But, I know coronavirus won’t be the reason I stop.