Gym Lessons

It's a new year and I'm trying to get my old body back in shape.  I headed to Lori's class this morning and after a few minutes of listening to her and getting extremely exhausted, I thought of this "so true" life lesson that my friend, Cumorah had shared -

"Every week, the masses flock to Lori's Ultimate Conditioning class. We line up in the hallway awaiting the moment we can make a mad dash to set up our station with weights, a mat, a step, a band, a medicine ball.  And then chat until Lori takes her place at the front of the class. She steps up with her spikey hair, itsy bitsy shorts, and rippled physique ready to push us to our limits. {I'm pretty sure we all attempt to do exactly what she says, hoping that someday, our bodies might, in the slightest, resemble hers.}

Every week, it's a new workout. Something totally different. Always taxing. Always sweat inducing. Always high intensity. And always exactly what we needed. During the class, Lori will instruct us over, and over again that quality is more important than quantity. She constantly coaches us that, if we can "only get 5 of the 8 reps in, but those five are awesome -- then great! I'd rather have you do five right, then 8 that are crap. Don't worry about what your neighbor is going to think if you can't do them all - because TRUST ME - they don't care what you're doing, they're too busy worrying about what they're doing!"

I've heard this every week for the last four months, and the magnitude of it just hit me yesterday. It's soooo true! How often do we try to do it all - just because we're worried about what people will think if we don't? How often do we think that every move we make, is being scrutinized by others - who really, truthfully, honestly, don't care nearly as much as we think they do. The world really doesn't revolve around us. Our world might, but the rest of the world does not revolve around our mis-matched children, our shortcomings, our failures. I think I've spent a lot of my life fretting, and aiming to impress, when really - the only person who cares, or who is affected, is me.

So the moral of the story is - live your life - FOR YOU! For your kids, for your husband - for the people who matter in YOUR life... and not for the people you think are watching, or judging, or scrutinizing - they're too busy trying to live their life to really care.

And thanks to Lori for the sore muscles, and the validation to live my "five-rep" life!"

Thanks for the lesson Cumorah, now to remember and apply it!