Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Trying Again in Twenty-Ten

I've been blessed to find a friend willing to walk in the mornings, a few days per week. Since she's my senior by more than 10 years, I figured I wouldn't have a problem keeping up with her. I was wrong.

That woman could pull a skier behind her.

This week, she cheerfully handed me a set of hand weights. Today, I feel the effects.

You know, I think people would enjoy exercise more if it weren't so strenuous and painful!

Don't tell me it wouldn't be strenuous and painful if I did it more often, because I'm not listening.

I'm pleading Romans chapter 7 on this one:

For I do not understand what I am doing, because I do not practice what I want to do, but I do what I hate. . .

. . . For the desire to do what is good is with me, but there is no ability to do it.

For I do not do the good that I want to do, but I practice the evil that I do not want to do. . . .

What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?

I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord!

Twenty-Ten . . . the year of murdering all excuses and simply getting to work.


Gafut said...

shut up

Jessica Leigh said...

Sounds like something my piano teacher would say.
In fact, just this morning he said, "Wow, that's a great excuse. Do you have another one like it?"


Anonymous said...

I'll do it with you...except from up here :-).


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