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?