• Fitness,  Health

    Why I move

    Tonight as I was walking the beach, I thought about why I move. When I was young, I moved for the love of the game. For the competition. To be the best. To win. To play. To laugh. At some point movement began to fulfill other needs, such as winning the approval of others, like coaches. For me to feel good enough. For me to think my body was good enough. Movement, while still always a joy, also became something I “had” to do, for me to fit a certain image. Something I thought I could control. Basically to be loved (what most things come down to). Over the past…