When I was 30 years old, I wrote down several big physical goals. I achieved one of them a little over a year ago!
I only have 11 weeks to reach my second big one…
I want to be 12% bodyfat when I am 50 years old.
Let’s just say that I am not there so I need to get moving.
That goal and the fact that we will be moving into our new house in a week or so are providing me with a legitimate excuse to buy an exercise machine! That’s right…an exercise machine.
I am very aware that most of the people who buy them actually end up using them for little more than a glorified clothes hangar! I am determined that will not happen to me. I can’t let it. I couldn’t justify the expense!
So, I have begun looking at equipment. What will I realistically use? Which hunk of metal will inspire me to hop on and start furiously pahm-ping my mah-scles (said in an Ah-nold voice) every time I look at it?
I stopped by a fitness store and started asking questions.
The guy asked me how I came to visit his store. I told him that accidentally drove by his store a few months ago while looking for another store that was having a going out of business sale.
He then showed me a really nice piece of equipment. It had better be nice with a price tag of over $4,000!
I looked at a few more pieces of equipment and asked a few more questions. Since I was the only person in the store, I had his undivided attention. I learned quite a bit from him.
I then asked him what this one bracket was for. He said, “That is the ‘Oh, God’ stop.”
I immediately understood his description because I have had one of those moments myself except I didn’t have a safety stop. I told him the story. (You can read about it here.)
I began sensing that his incredulity was rapidly mutating into full scale cynicism so I asked, “Do you believe me?”
“No. Are you in the fitness industry?”
It took me a few seconds before I figured out what he meant.
I was asking about the story concerning my weightlifting accident. Not only did he not believe that (“probably just temporarily collapsed your lungs”), he didn’t believe me about how I came to visit his store!
Since he was so steeped in “rational” unbelief, I decided to just pile it on. I told him how God healed my wife of 3rd stage limes disease.
“It could be a false positive.”
Right! Complete with extremely painful symptoms.
He hit the skeptics trifecta!
