As I was making my way up Oak Ridge Road, a man doing yard work said to me, "It's a long hill, isn't it?"
"The longer, the better," I said, after walking a few blocks of up. "I am training to go up Kilimanjaro in a few months.
He pointed to another hill just around the corner. "That one over there is terrible."
I looked down what felt like a ski jump and said, "It looks like a good workout."
As I walked away it occurred to me that my perspective has changed dramatically over the last several months. I am not just enduring exercise, I am enjoying it.
Instead of just slogging through a workout, I enjoy the crunch of leaves under my shoe while out on a walk. I actually want the treadmill to go a little faster, because I can go a little faster. Tomorrow I will head out on a hike -- and I can't wait to get out there in the woods.