My relationship with movement changed again when I was in my early 20s. I found lifting, and even the EXACT workouts from my swimming days took on a new life: I could feel how my workouts fit together. I began to decipher what my body was trying to tell me. I could challenge myself, having hard evidence that I had it in me to achieve difficult goals.
If I had continued to believe that movement was nothing more than a credit card, giving me a balance to have extra fries, I never would have learned how to express my deepest truths through the activities in which I engage.
My power would have stayed hidden in the cupboard under the stairs.
For me, it was lifting. For you, it might be walking in nature, competing with a Crossfit team, or taking a dance class.
Freedom: it’s yours.