I’ve been an exercise addict for as long as I can remember. I played little league baseball, then lettered in baseball and swimming in high school. Later, I competed in martial arts, worked out at the gym, and ran, and I still play in the “old Jewish guy” adult softball league, and do some rather brutal at-home workouts like “Insanity.”
Over the years, I’ve tried to pass on my love of sports to my daughters but haven’t been entirely successful. It took me a while to figure out that perhaps seeing me completely drenched in sweat or watching me heal from martial-arts inflicted bumps, bruises, cuts, broken bones, ACL tears, and reconstructive surgery didn’t convey the message that being athletic is fun.
But I never gave up. My oldest two, now living on their own in New York have discovered the joys of spin classes and yoga, and the youngest has played softball, basketball, soccer, volleyball, and is a competitive swimmer. Sometimes we’ve worked out together, but most of the time not (the exception being walking and biking).
So when I heard about the #KINDMilesMatter challenge, I jumped at the chance to participate. The challenge gave us the perfect excuse to do physical things together, plus we’d be helping out a favorite local charity (KIND Snacks will donate a bunch of its healthy, delicious bars and other snacks to the Alameda County Food Bank).