Last night a friend of mine called asking for a ride. He had gotten pretty sick earlier that day and needed to fetch his car that was still downtown from work. No problem, I was more than happy to help out. At the time I was at the grocery store, so I quickly checked out, took my groceries home and headed over to pick him up. Before heading over though, I switched into my running clothes just in case.
I must have figured that if he was too sick to drive earlier in the day, I didn't want him behind the wheel heading home after a day of being sick. I knew the distances between where we needed to go was right around a 10k, so no sweat. I figured I would just run it and get my car after taking him home. At the time I didn't really think anything of it. I figured it was the easiest way to get everything that needed to happen done, while impacting the least number of possible (AKA letting Ellie get her work done as opposed to driving around for a while).
It occurred to me this morning that though it seemed like a relatively simple solution at the time, it was perhaps the most pure evidence to date that a fundamental shift in my thought process has occurred. I have gone from the belief that working out is a horrible necessity in my journey to lose weight, to now believing that working out is another tool in my arsenal to get things done. Run six miles to get my car? Clearly that's the most logical conclusion to our problem. I didn't think of it as a workout, just something that had to happen.