The production people put into getting ready for exercise is equivalent to the credits on a Hollywood Blockbuster. The audience keeps awaiting an end to the crew names, especially the digital designers, but it just never seems to come. If you or someone you know does anything more than just get to the workout, that’s you or them.
Lights, camera, action? No. Just action. Forget the hair, the makeup, the outfit, the getting-in-shape-before-I-get-in-shape. Just go and lift. Sprint. Something. Anything. Skip the dress rehearsal. Skip the sound check. Skip the water bottle. Skip the cellphone. Skip the earbuds. Skip the towel. Skip the hair extensions, wig, Botox, waxing and tanning sessions. Just go. ACTION.
Skip the “cute outfit,” the Amazon delivery, the trip to Lulu or Athleta. Just workout. Don’t rehearse your lines. Don’t study the screenplay. Just act. Be. Do. Live.
Forget the preworkout, the intraworkout, the postworkout. Train fasted. Get it done. No need to gargle salt water and sip honey tea, practicing your scales and vocal warmups before you get to it. Just get to it.
You don’t need a lifting buddy or group every day. You don’t need a stunt man for every physical effort. You don’t need a set designer. You don’t need a videographer. Just train.
You don’t need to market it, update it, share it. Just show up.
No one is rolling out the red carpet. Leave the watches and rings and jewelry at home. Your shoes could be mismatched. Your socks ought to be. Stains on the clothes? Good. No one cares if your nose is powdered. No one cares if you hit your spot, skip a line, miss an inflection. But YOU will care if you don’t get it done.
So get it done. It’s just a friggin workout, not a broadway musical.