I was once a chubby HR lady who talked to employees about the benefits of voluntary wellness programs.
I know. Hilarious.
Since I left my job at Pfizer, I have exercised 4-5x/week. And I started pilates a few years ago because my posture was deteriorating from years and years of business travel.
Now I exercise to keep the crazy at bay.
I am writer. I have a non-stop inner monologue that won’t pipe down. I am also a consultant and a speaker in the HR, technology and services industry. This puts me in a position to interact with some of the [cockiest motherfuckers in one of the most mediocre industries in the world] best people I know.
I kid, I kid. Such strong language from such a petite woman.
Let’s face it. Most of what accounts for Human Resources consulting is a brutal, soul-sucking endeavor. This is why I am lucky to have a wicked combination of a creative outlet (the blog) and the opportunity to work from home (and exercise every day). I live a charmed life.
It’s all about balance — but not in a mommyblogger kind of way. When I have to pretend like every keynote speaker is smarter than me and every HR technology vendor has the most amazing product ever, I run. When I say yes to the circle jerk even when I should say no, I do push-ups. When I have to read blog posts from HR people who are serially unemployed, I hit the recumbent bike.
I exercise daily so I don’t drink myself into a ditch.
I wish I would have started exercising sooner in life. I no longer care about my weight or my ass. I am not going to let any job get the best of me. Forty-five minutes of cardio is just as effective as a low-dose antidepressant. Running up the Empire State Building means that I can try to map out a path to success for your business instead of weeping with you over your failed business model. And running a 5K means that I can stand on stage and pretend like Human Resources has a relevant, creative, and innovative place in your organization even when I know I am probably wrong.
Life is all about cognitive dissonance and tough choices. I eat what I want. I work several jobs to make bank. Sometimes it’s great. Sometimes it sucks. Exercise helps me to be honest with myself about my choices. Exercise helps me to be a more honest blogger, too.
That’s my story. That’s why I hit the gym and sweat on the treadmill. It’s not glamorous. And it’s not part of some stupid wellness program.
So why do you exercise?