Friday, September 11, 2009

Exercise

Every year about 3 months before my birthday, I get all gung-ho about exercise. I get in the best shape I’ve been all year. I plan out a great exercise program. I set goals. I see progress. I don’t know if this motivation and dedication come from a heightened awareness of my mortality or if it’s just easier to exercise when the kids are in school.

My least favorite person to exercise with is my friend Curt. He’s super nice when we’re working out together, but I can tell he’s giggling on the inside when he has to water-down his routine so I don’t die. Really. If I did half of what he did, my body would give up the ghost. He can curl, press and lift two of me. His biceps are the size of my thighs. I always feel less like a man when I work out with him. When I’m exercising by myself and I do something really well, I think, “If only Curt could see me now.”

My favorite person to exercise with is my wife. I am motivated to work harder when she’s with me. I think that subconsciously I’m trying to impress her with my manliness. The downside to this extra push is that I’m not that attractive/manly when I’m gasping for breath, scrunching up my face with effort, and dripping sweat on the floor.

If I exercise when the kids are home, they usually join me. I honestly enjoy their company and the challenges they present. They “help” me with sit-ups and push-ups by sitting on top of me for both. Then they say, “Dad, why can’t you do more?” They also make sweet comments like, “Dad, you really sweat a lot.” When I go running, they ride their bikes or scooters. I get a good workout the first 5 minutes trying to stay up with them. I feel the burn when I push them or “boost” them up hills. Usually 10 minutes into the run, I’m “boosting” them on the flat parts too because, “Dad, my legs are tired.” We have to stop a lot to explore insects, dirt, and more recently, dead birds:

Me: STAY AWAY FROM THAT BIRD!
Son: Why?
Me: Because it’s dead and it’s got diseases!
Daughter: How did it die?
Me: It got old.
Daughter: No. I mean HOW did it die.
Me: It just got old and it’s heart stopped beating.
Daughter: Why?
Me: Because when you get old things stop working.
Daughter: Grandpa’s old and he’s not dead.
Me: (Good point.) Just stay away from the bird. PUT THE STICK DOWN!
Son: But I’m just moving the bird so no one else will touch it on accident and get sick.
Me: (Why do you have to be so nice?) That’s nice of you. But just leave it alone. Pick up your bike.
Son: But my legs are tired.
Me: How can they be tired? You play soccer, you swim, you run with your friends and you never complain about your tired legs.
Son: But they’re tired.
(Struggles to get on his bike with a 5-foot stick in his hands.)
Me: Just leave the stick here.
Son: I want to take it home and show Mom.
Me: (Sigh) OK. But I’m not carrying it. You’ll have to carry it on your bike.
Son: OK. Can you give me a boost home?
Me: Yes.
Son: Dad, are you frustrated ‘cause you wanted to exercise and we’re making it hard?
Me: (You are a genius.) No. I love exercising with you guys.
(Begin boosting both of them)
Daughter: Your hands are sweaty.

Whether I’m exercising humility when I’m lifting with Curt, exercising restraint while working out with my wife, or exercising patience while running with my kids, I’m a better person the more I exercise.

I love my life.

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7 Comments:

Blogger kristi said...

I love kids! there great! My daughter loves sticks and ants! She loves ladybugs and potato bugs and butterfly's she likes a lot of stuff too. I love that are families keeps us active and going! I can't wait to meet you again in Provo My daughter keeps asking when do we get to see Kirby is he coming to Vernal? :) I just keep telling her nope we have to go to Provo and see him :)

September 14, 2009 at 3:45 PM  
Blogger The Farnsworths said...

You live in L.A. right? Don't they have those oxygen bars? Just go there and after breathing sweet pure air, the weight will drop off! I'm glad to hear you are exercising, cause during the St. George concert you looked a little bloated. JK, Kirby, I have a man crush.

Kevin Farnsworth

September 15, 2009 at 10:08 AM  
Blogger Texasblu said...

Awesome blog post. The joys of being a parent - even if it takes you twice as long to boost your cardio up to where it needs to be. :D We're still waiting to hear when the great Kirby is visiting Idaho.... ;)

September 15, 2009 at 11:46 AM  
Blogger LaurieW said...

Fantastic...and I can completely relate. There's NO excercising getting done when the kids are around. Try doing some aerobics when a three-year old insists on running around you. Now that's entertainment.

September 26, 2009 at 8:35 PM  
Anonymous Anna said...

Sounds a lot like conversations I have with my kids. :)

October 9, 2009 at 9:51 PM  
Anonymous Amy Hardy said...

Awesome analogy. Thank you. The exercise can only make us stronger no matter what we are trying to improve.

October 14, 2009 at 4:49 PM  
Blogger The Livingston Place said...

Oh my stars, what a darling post! I'm the big exercise person in our house. My husband tries to do some little things here and there but he does it behind my back. Is he trying to save his manliness? He looks so good though!

You should write...not just music,...a book. Talented guy, you are!

October 21, 2009 at 2:21 PM  

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