Grace

This past June, when T went to visit her grandparents for a part of the summer, I decided to take the opportunity to get back in the gym and really improve my overall health.  Before she left, I was feeling sorry for myself, overloaded with the responsibilities of being a parent to a preteen, and never seeming to have enough time to do the things I wanted.  The dogs and I would walk regularly, but with 2 very active, well-muscled and athletic dogs, I was forever lagging behind.  As good as my girls are, they would simply revel in the joy that is the walk, never really bothered by that lumbering human at the other end of the leash.  Although I'm sure I got the equivalent of doggie "eye rolls" a time or two.  

This past summer was a turning point for me. I started hitting the gym 4 to 5 times a week, generally after work.  Almost immediately, I noticed the change in my attitude and overall mood.  My energy levels increased, and paired with this positive new outlook, I faced the challenges that came at me with a new found passion.  Walking the dogs took on a faster pace, and the girls, in turn, were even more joyful.  I started slowly working my way up to strengthen the 'ol cardiac muscle.  As time wore on, I could increase my resistance and the time I spent on each machine.  I've recently moved from stationary weight lifting to lifting free weights.  The gym is divided into stationary weights and cardio machines on the upstairs floor and the heavy lifting "Big Boy" area downstairs.  I feel like one of the "Big Boys" now, even sporting lifting gloves like the more advanced weight-lifters.  I was definitely intimidated to go downstairs, but finally got the nerve up with some friends.  I'm loving every minute of it!  Each time I meet my lifting goals, (paired with the physical inability to put the keys in the ignition to go home) I know I'm getting stronger and more fit!    

Aside from being tired of being a lumpy pile of inert goo, I was inspired by Arwen and Nyxie.  Their muscular bodies are in a constant state of readiness. What really blows my mind, is that dogs don't need to "work out" to be strong and sinewy.  Their enthusiasm for a simple act like hopping onto the couch is unmatched.  They're the very definition of grace and power, all wrapped in soft, fluffy fur.  I've seen the girls hop over one another from a parallel standing position.  Do you have any idea what it would take for us to be able to do that to another human?!  There's just no comparison.  We are outmatched.  At least we have our thumbs.