I am filled with such pride in myself when my son’s ball starts to roll into the road and I burst into a full-out sprint and save the day. I like being able to carry almost all of the groceries in the house in one trip just to falsely prove to myself that I could probably, on any given day enter a strong man competition and place.
I enjoy challenging myself with daily tasks to work on my physical strength.
Spaghetti squash is like a naturally grown medicine ball…til I snap back to reality after realizing ball slams with the yellow veggie aren’t ideal.
Being strong makes me feel confidence, control, and power. Those are good feelings. You know what I don’t like though?
I don’t like the inability to accomplish something in my daily routine because I’m not strong enough physically.
What about the other areas of life? The soul, the mind and the spirit? When I’m weak in those areas it is much the same feeling. I don’t like that feeling of pow...