Don’t Play With Sharp Objects

First and foremost, if there are any typos in this post, it is totally and completely the fault of my fingers, my wrists, my arms and my shoulders. I have very little control of them right now. I made a conscious decision this morning that I was tired of waiting on my husband to complete a car project he’s been working on, and I needed several dead trees cut down today. So I got out the chainsaw.

Sure, my husband and son showed panic when I laced up my work boots, slipped on my work gloves and sunglasses and headed, chainsaw in hand, to the back of our property where the trees awaited. Sure, I heard them mumble the same ol’ mantra — “we shouldn’t let her play with sharp objects” — as they started to recap my previous incidents with tools, including when I dropped the saw into the creek or wedged into a falling tree.  Or when I nearly cut off my finger with the kitchen paring knife.

But at the Fall Into Huntersville festival last weekend, I learned something about myself that I’ve been testing….

Marvin at Xtreme Fitness asked me last week if I might be interested in training with him (a personal trainer). I tried not to laugh nervously as I told him I am not good at that. In fact, I am a quitter at exercise. I told Marvin about how I’d recently gone into Huntersville Family Fitness & Aquatics and asked for a good exercise to tighten my stomach muscles. The trainer there — someone I think very highly of — gave me two exercises. So, I quit. Two exercises was more than I was ready to tackle, I felt too much pressure, so yes, I quit. “I’m an exercise quitter,” I told Marvin.  To which Marvin asked, “You aren’t a quitter in other things, are you?”  And he got me.

No, I’m not a quitter. I chopped those darn trees down today and rolled several of the bigger pieces to line a path. I took a 9 foot post from my car, carried it through the backyard and put my broken fence back together and I filled my yard waste container with branches and leaves.

And I feel dirty, sweaty, dusty…and pretty proud of myself.

So I plan to call Marvin and tell him that yes, I will train with him. I may clue him in that I’ll say I’ll quit, but I don’t really want to. I want to keep going until I simply cannot go anymore….in the grand scheme of things, isn’t that what we all really want?

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Author: jillswain

Former Mayor Chamber of Commerce Exec. Director Advertising consultant Mom and spouse (30 years and counting!) Rec league girls' volleyball coach Champion of all things Huntersville, North Carolina

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