I hate running, only because of how it makes my knees and hips feel afterward. I really, really hate treadmills. But I ran, on a treadmill, to avoid the monotony of trying to find fun, creative ways to work out underway. And it was boring. I stared at a white wall. Blah. But I survived, so I've committed myself to doing that at least once a week, even if only for 10 minutes, to engage as many muscles as possible.
Why? The pattern of the day underway is set by watches, meetings, and meals. And boy do they serve up some food! Not always the best, but really not that bad and always in vast quantities. It takes a lot of discipline not to eat way too much and even more discipline to pry oneself out of the rack, away from those precious minutes of sleep, to go work out. My motiviation is a little program I call "Frank Deserves Better." Successful participation in the program results in a Sailor returned to her hubby in a more toned shape than she departed. Anyone can join the program, and you don't really have to be a Sailor or be underway, but just try to be a little more disciplined for the next, oh I don't know, let's say 8 months. Any takers???