My brain would be broken without burpees

Not just burpees, but running, weightlifting, deadlifting, dancing, bear crawling and even sprinting… Movement is what has made me become the person I am. I honestly would be an unrecognisable person without movement.

The other day I was thinking ‘ I would have a lot of time in the day if I didn’t exercise’, which is true. At the moment I dedicate about 1/3 of the week’s time towards physical activity. In that time I could finish essays faster, meet with friends more, look at courses I could to further my future prospects. But I don’t do that. I’m not sacrificing anything in my life because well, exercise is ME. The endorphins are kind of addictive, I love the mental challenge of a physical barrier that I can smash. I love going the extra mile, I love doing one more rep. Physical exercise has brought a lot of my determinative qualities and brought even more guts and grit that I also approach with hardships of life.

Exercise is beyond the physical elements of jump, hop, grip and throw. Movement is a lesson that teaches so much. I think you can really spot someone who exercises regally and someone who doesn’t; not due to physicality’s; its a mental attitude.

Exercise has taught me about discipline and determination. It teaches me to not give up when something goes wrong. It tells me that I have a lot more depth than I think I do. It shows me that you can always improve, but the place you’re in now is amazing. Movement is a mental strength.

I don’t think there is anything more powerful, that when you’re in a low place; brink of crying, the tears on the edge of the eyes. To fasten some trainers and don’t turn back. Head off for a jog, then you run and then you SPRINT. SPRINT AND SPRINT AND SPRINT until that pain turns into grit. You tighten your fists and you punk the floor with the feet to the beat of the music, not letting anything get in your way.

You never end a run feeling the same when you started. Especially when you start in a dark place, the lightness of movement draws you back to the reality that is not what you depict as reality; but what it ACTUALLY is. Which is okay. Everything will be okay. Everything is okay. It just takes getting you heart-rate racing, your sweat dripping and your feet moving quicker to remember that nothing else is as hard.

So lastly, without exercise I think I would have lost my purpose for life and very long time ago. It’s not because I’ve always been someone interested in sport. But it’s what sport means to me, it’s the never ending project for life; one challenge after another. The same to be said for mental health. Every hurdle to jump presents a new challenge and opportunity to remember what you can do. physical movement is a more positive way to prove to yourself of that extra mile, step, rep, burpee you do to get that one step further in your own development of that ever-changing and growing mind.