I was talking with a friend the other day about being sore after a workout. My triceps didn’t like all that weightlifting.
My friend told me how she used to work out a lot. She used to be in such great shape. Now, she doesn’t bother. Too busy with work, kids, and everything else. She said that she had just decided one day not to bother with it anymore.
How sad, I thought. Sure it wasn’t fun being sore that day, but I liked having sculpted arms. The pain was a small price. As we get older, perhaps we start to see life as a finite commodity. Maybe we look at things realistically and realize that we won’t run a marathon or we won’t win the lottery. We start to allocate our time more wisely.
While that may be so, I decided something myself that day. I wasn’t going to throw in the towel and not work out. I plan on working out as long as I am able.




