Liftin…

As I was listening to the tendons in my shoulders creak and crack into place as I hoisted 90 pound dumbells into position for a short set of incline presses, I was thinking to myself why I do this.  Why do I choose to lift weights heavy enough that I can hear my joints moan in protest?  The answer I came up with in that splt second was, because I am not sure if I can do it. 

My life is filled with many certanities, many routines that offer many situations that return predictable, almost identical results.   There aren’t many things that come up that I don’t already know the outcome of.  Such is the life of a late 30 somethin old guy with no kids and most of life’s major challenges like a career and home well in hand.  However the gym gives me an opportunity to do things that I am not sure if I can do.  Will I be able to get one more rep at 225 on my bench, can I do that new exercise I read about in one of my fitness magazines, can I push, pull or lift a large amount of weight in various ways?  If I push myself consistently, these situations have uncertain results and that appeals to me.  The successes are a little notch in the belt, the failures are motivation to try harder. 

On the way back from the gym I had an Anole (little lizard) pop out from under the hood and hitch a ride all the way back to work.  He held his head out high looking around almost like Nicki does when she hangs her head out the window.  After I parked I shoo’d him off the roof only to have him hop up on top of the tire.  Hopefully he relocates before the drive home tonight.

Wow talk about altered reality….