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This evening my spousal unit and I were driving down the road.  We were talking about health and well-being as we age.  I made a comment about getting my lazy behind up each morning.  He laughed and said “you are far from lazy”.

I haven’t thought about being lazy in a very long time.  Lazy created havoc in my world years ago and I refuse to go back there.  But enough of that.

I have often wondered what drives my desire to get up and keep moving day in and day out.  Maybe it’s simply my joie de vivre that keeps me moving.  Maybe it’s the people I get to see along my path.  The guy in the gym that sometimes beats me there, yet always nods.  The body pump instructor that teaches 5:30am classes and is always smiling even though I don’t take her class.

When it gets down to it, it’s the feeling of the iron in my hands, the strength it brings, the frustration on the days it breaks me.  Iron doesn’t talk back, it just keeps giving more challenge.  Iron doesn’t care if I am weak, it will wait for my strength.  Iron doesn’t care if I’m scared, it will wait for me to overcome my fear.

Lazy doesn’t live here anymore.