If you’ve been reading the blog for the past month, you know that I’ve started working out. I have a goal to be under 300 pounds by the end of 2011. I joined the Y in January and have gone 2-4 times every week since.
I noticed that I stopped having motivation to go to the gym because I didn’t really have a plan. I just went and made stuff up as I went along. I wasn’t seeing results from that and honestly it got a little boring.
One of our leaders in the high school ministry at Two Rivers is a personal trainer. I met up with him over the weekend and he came up with a work out plan for me. I left our meeting excited about everything and ready to get going.
Yesterday morning was the first day of that work out plan.
And it hurts to move today.
When I got home from the gym yesterday I changed my Facebook status to, “I think Kyle Casey is trying to kill me.” I’m even calling the workout the “Kyle Casey Wants To Kill Me” plan.
Needless to say, I’m pretty stinkin sore.
Strangely enough though, I like it.
I want to lose weight and I know that comes at a cost. The cost is my soreness right now. Knowing that I’m on the right track and that me not being able to move is going to lead to my ultimate goal is very encouraging.
I’m okay paying for something if I know it’s going to be worth it. I’ll spend $200 on an iPhone in April because I know it’ll work unlike the phone I have now. I’ll take the extra hour developing a postcard because I know that it could attract students to something that we do. I’ll go through pain if I know that there is something significant at the end of the road.
Losing weight hurts.
Falling in love hurts.
Growing spiritually hurts.
No good thing in life comes without pain.
But the pain of every good thing is worth it.