Heavy...

Yesterday my friend asked me to go to a weight training class at the gym with her. I was reluctant at first, but decided that I needed something to motivate me. I hadn't been to the gym in almost 2 weeks, so I had to get my butt into gear somehow!

If you know me very well you know that I am pretty wimpy when it comes to being "strong" or "sporty". I just don't do well in those concepts. You might know also that working my arms at the gym is my least favorite activity. I will work my legs up the wazoo before I do anything with my arms. Going to this weight class I knew there would be arm working, and it freaked me out, but I decided it's about time my arms got some attention.

The class was hard, but I LOVED it! Thanks to Heather for making me go with her. She had to help me, but I felt that I could do most of the stuff (especially after she showed me how)! I had very little weights on my bar, but I feel that with practice I will be able to add on more.

I can't help but think of how parts of our life sometimes gets hard and heavy and we just don't want to work on it. We will carry on with the easy parts, just because it's easier, but the things that are uncomfortable we ignore. There are things in my life I know I have been trying to neglect, but I am going to try to lift a little at a time and hopefully be able to get strong enough I can lift it all. Even if it does mean I may be hardly able to move the next day. :)