For as long as I can remember I have always been a ball of nervous energy trying new activities in order to direct it into some other form. It has translated into translated into my acting, dancing, singing, but most importantly to the various exercise regimens I have experimented with. I used to swear to never enter a gym and couldn’t understand why anyone could enjoy the pain of running that strains the faces of early morning joggers. However, once I reached college full of new stressors I realized that I needed to find new ways of releasing this nervous energy that built up behind my “never”- saying habit. I soon found that through different activities of yoga, pilates, spinning, capoeira, barre, and running. I became one of those crazy deportistas, or gym rats, that I thought I could never be.
In reality, though, I had never felt better. My anxiety dropped and I felt more in my body than ever. I created a schedule and was comfortable. But moving across the world took me out of that comfort ability – in every way possible.
You’re given leeway on vacation to pause your daily exercise routine and allow yourself eat everything and all you want because you are on vacation. But imagine being on vacation for 4 months…
Thus far it has been somewhat of a challenge bringing my once calculated regimen to Europe, but in my new experiments I have fallen in love with running! Getting off the elliptical and racing through the Brussels’s gardens, Barcelona’s streets, Bordeaux’s rivers, and now Madrid’s parks I have found a new regimen to not only de-stress but really experience the city. To wake up with sun and other early birds who enjoy that same adrenaline rush before facing a long day, racing past workers and their path to their daily grind, the niños on their way to school, the homeless who slept outside of the panaderias that are just beginning to open and sell their first fresh batches, the dog walkers, taxi drivers, jovenes just returning home from the discotecas now that the subway has re-opened, breathing in the various sights, sounds, and smells of each region.
This exercise no longer seems strenuous and uninviting but rather a sense of knowledge, understanding: concocimiento. A grounding and release that doesn’t take me out of my day as yet another chore to fulfill, but an incorporation of me into each new life.