Monday, March 01, 2004


My mother in law, Priscilla, left a comment a while back encouraging me on my Lenten pledge to get off my lazy rear and walk each day. She remarked how she had recently resumed her exercise regime and has also struggled getting started some days, but whenever she completes her exercise class she is so thankful for having done it.

I thought about that today as I added a little extra torture to my walk. Hand weights.

I've had this same set of hand weights for 12 or 13 years. At one time in my life I was a walking fanatic and used the weights regularly. They weigh 5 pounds each and are designed to be carried during walking or jogging.

I realized about 2 blocks into my walk that the weights were going to make the journey a lot tougher; however there was no turning back, I completed the entire trek.

Upon my return, I went back and read Priscilla's comment again and saw in it slightly different wisdom.

I couldn't help but be reminded of the old joke of the man who was spotted banging his head against a wall....BANG! BANG! BANG!

A woman walks up to him and asks, "Why on earth are you banging your head against the wall?"

The guy looks at her incredulously and says, "Because it feels so good when I stop!"