This past summer, I fell into a pretty good exercise routine. Or good for me, anyway. I was doing yoga at least twice a week, often more, and taking part in a learn-to-run program. Add in my daily walks, and I had a fairly decent fitness routine.
Then I injured my knee during one of my not-quite runs. I was about three-quarters of the way through a run one Saturday morning when my knee started to hurt. By the time I’d hobbled my way home, I couldn’t bend or straighten it anymore.
While my knee injury isn’t completely gone (it’s likely a torn meniscus, but I’m waiting to see a specialist to confirm it), it is much better than it had been. Enough so that I’ve decided I need to get back into an exercise routine, albeit one that doesn’t go to the same extent as the last one did. I’m just having trouble falling into one again.
It was while I was thinking about that one night that I realized: falling into an exercise routine is an awful lot like falling into a writing routine. If you’re having trouble falling into one or the other, maybe you just need to think about how you’d fall into the opposite.