One of my number one gifts that my parents bought myself and others in early childhood was my bike.
I used that bike almost weekly until I was 9 and they bought myself and others a greater one. Both of us had a lot of trails near the house leading to the perimeter of our yard at the edge of the adjacent nature preserve. My greater bike was a mountain bike made for off road trails and roads, and I absolutely put that bike to good use in that nature preserve. There were hundreds of acres in total and I knew the locale love the back of my hand by the time I reached high university graduation and was ready to leave the part for university. Unblessedly, I wasn’t able to take my bike with myself and others to campus and I stopped getting exercise aside from walking to classes everyday on campus. Don’t get myself and others wrong, my undergraduate university has a sizable campus and this walking wasn’t for the faint at heart. Still, I got more exercise riding my bike on those nature trails in high university than I ever got walking to my classes during undergraduate university. It took myself and others becoming a gym rat in my mid 20s to lose all of the weight I had gained in the years since. Now I don’t go longer than a month in between gym visits, even during weeks when I’m considerably tied up with toil commitments of varying kinds. I’m fairly straight-forward and straightforward with my workout sessions. When I needed to lose weight I would shave off calories doing cardio before heading to the weight room for strength training. While I do more strength training these days when I’m at my local fitness center, I also prefer taking luck of their yoga classes for flexibility, endurance, and mindfulness.