Why to catch girls, of course!
I mean when it comes down to it, that is why lot of guys start training, just sayin'.
Now before you go running to Nancy, or emailing me back telling me I am already married or a dirty old man, THESE are the girls I am training to catch!
Janie, "Gigi", Karalynn, Amy and Lexi.
Granddaughter. Wife. Daughter. Daughter. Granddaughter.
THEY are the girls who I am chasing. Literally. How did kids get so fast these days anyway? (and Nancy is Wonder Woman, as we all know)
But seriously, they are who keep me heading to the gym when I don't feel like it, am sore, and tired, and just blah. Yeah, I have those days too. The ones where I am buried under my to-do list, have calls to make, emails to answer, training programs to write. The days where I have to be somewhere at 11:00am, 2:00pm, 4:00pm, and won't be home until 8:30pm.
Just like you, those are the days I don't "Have the time", I have to "Make the time."
They (and my sons, their wives, and grandson) are what keep me going back into the dungeon, willing my tight hamstrings to wake up, rolling through the soreness, battling the iron off the floor or overhead, and getting just one more rep.
They are who I think of when I get an email from the band man titled "Squat Until You're 100", and I think "Why not me?"
Of course there are no guarantees I'll live to 100. But that doesn't mean I can't live every day to it's fullest potential.
I was reminded once again this weekend how short life really is. One of the most amazing men I ever met, Tim Smith, went it for hernia surgery on a Thursday, died of complications on Sunday.
48 years young. Wife, kids, grandkids left in shock. Friends like me left to confront our own mortality. I am 51, and I realized once again there is no guarantee I'll live to 52.
But while I am here I am going to to fight the battle. I am going to steward the gift of this body and try to keep it healthy and productive as long as I can.
Why?
So I can better steward the other gifts, the more important gifts, that God has also given me.
Family.
Like the ones in this picture below, taken last weekend.
This is why I train.
How about you?
- DC
