Why Do I Train?

​Why to catch girls, of course!

I mean when it comes down to it, that is why  lot of guys start training, just sayin'.

​Now before you go running to Nancy, or emailing me back telling me I am already married or a dirty old man, THESE are the girls I am training to catch!

Janie and Gigi
KJ and Amy

​Janie, ​"Gigi", Karalynn, Amy and Lexi.

​Granddaughter. Wife. Daughter. Daughter. Granddaughter.

THEY are the girls who I am chasing. Literally. How did kids get so fast these days anyway? (and Nancy is Wonder Woman, as we all know)​

But seriously, they are who keep me heading to the gym when I don't feel like it, am sore, and tired, and just blah. Yeah, I have those days too. The ones where I am buried under my to-do list, have calls to make, emails to answer, training programs to write. The days where I have to be somewhere at 11:00am, 2:00pm, 4:00pm, and won't be home until 8:30pm. 

Just like you, those are the days I don't "Have the time", I have to "Make the time."

They (and my sons​, their wives, and grandson) are what keep me going back into the dungeon, willing my tight hamstrings to wake up, rolling through the soreness, ​battling the iron off the floor or overhead, and getting just one more rep. 

They are who I think of when I get an email from the band man t​itled "Squat Until You're 100", and I think "Why not me?"

Of course there are no guarantees I'll live to 100. But that doesn't mean I can't live every day to it's fullest potential.

I was reminded once again this weekend how short life really is. One of the most amazing men I ever met, Tim Smith, went it for hernia surgery on a Thursday, died of complications on Sunday.

​48 years young. Wife, kids, grandkids left in shock. Friends like me left to confront our own mortality. I am 51, and I realized once again there is no guarantee I'll live to 52.

But while I am here I am going to to fight the battle. I am going to steward the gift of this body and try to keep it healthy and productive as long as I can.


So I can better steward the other gifts, the more important gifts, that God has also given me.


Like the ones in this picture below, taken last weekend.

This is why I train.

How about you?

- DC

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