Divinity Comes to Us In Many Forms

I’m exhausted - in a totally good way.

I had a full schedule for the morning that continued through the afternoon - a varied number of things to be done that kept me out of the house and quite busy.

Upon my return, I had a moment’s rest before heading to the gym.

It was there, that the ‘real’ work began.

I hadn’t expected it - but the phantom trainer appeared from out of the mist - it could have been haze (yes, I know - it’s all very melodramatic), looking buff and particularly tough.

We were in for a punishing workout.

And so it was.

There were presses, there were pull-downs, there were lifts of great weight.

There were push-ups, there were crunches, and the bicycle (which I hate!).

But I digress…

The day!

Was long.

Tiring.

But, do you want to know a secret?

I am extraordinarily fortunate.

And happy.

I have had a fantastic trainer land right in my lap, so to speak, without having to search for someone who might be ‘okay’ - and just okay.

My new friend is a fellow who just wants to share his knowledge with people who are truly interested - and I have a feeling those people are few and far between.

I think a lot of people who hire a trainer think they are going to be transformed through some sort of process of osmosis; that the work will not have to be done by them, personally, but somehow they will absorb the physical attributes of the trainer simply by being in their presence.

I know my trainer sees in me, someone who is serious about transforming his body and willing to put in the work - and therefore he's willing to ‘gift’ his knowledge and experience to me.

I am, indeed, fortunate.

And tired.

Exhausted, really.

In the best way possible.