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.
3 comments:
shut up
;)
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?"
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I'll do it with you...except from up here :-).
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