Dumbbell. Today was a long stressful day. I try to get so much done and yet, I feel like I still didn’t get everything done. There are those things that I really don’t want to do because they are not fun or involve people I don’t like or are just complicated. Unfortunately, I don’t get to pick and choose what things I need to get done. There is just so much going on in my life. I focus on being happy and making the best of every situation. Yet, I still feel a little like a dumbbell at the end of the day. Yes, I get discouraged and feel like I let myself down too.
I think about the economy, politics, and world disasters going on right now. The world is a negative, scary place. I recognize the cultural environment we live in and realize that it could be very easy to get negative. I choose better than that. I choose to be alive. I may not always be energized to my fullest potential, but I am blessed in so many ways. I will always survive, because I will be strong. I am not a dumbbell.
This physical strength training is mostly mental, emotional, and spiritual. Mentally, I have to make up my mind what I am going to do. Emotionally, I choose to be happy and enjoy the love and joy in my life. Spiritually, I can rely on God for that extra motivation and accountability. The physical part comes much easier when the other aspects are in balance. Then, I will be strong! I will feel alive!
Even still, days like today, I didn’t feel like exercising tonight. The excuses are piling up. We came home late and I decided to wash the Camaro so that I could stick around the house for bed time prayers with the boys. I’d go running after they go to bed. Well, it just got later and later, and I still didn’t want to go. I know, I promised God that I would commit to do this every day no matter what; even if it is 11:30 at night, I’ll do it. I’ll give up laziness. Remember, I am strong!
Christy has been doing exercises too, but you readers don’t get to hear about that. My friends will have to set her up with a blog and website of her own. Today she left some wrist weights on the counter. I picked them up and thought, “Sure, I can do that. It’s easy.” So Christy got me some dumbbells instead. No problem. Let me get going. I am a strong man . . . with dumbbells.
So, I didn’t tell you about one aspect of running around the neighborhood in the dark last night. I can’t see the big growling dogs that are running in the dark trees nearby. I suppose that might have had something to do with the endurance. Anyway, I decided to run near home and around the yard. These dumbbells got heavy. However, they make doing push ups so much easier. I did 60 tonight. I have to go weigh these dumbbells. I could have sworn when Christy handed them to me they were about 3 or 4 pounds each. I guess they soak up sweat or something, because when I finished, they were about 20 pounds each. Stupid dumbbells.
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