This morning I stayed with the plan to get two minutes of exercise in with pull-ups. I slept poorly and didn't get enough sleep as I had a couple awakenings from a distressed child. My youngest woke up calling for Daddy, she was so over-tired she couldn't explain if she was having a bad dream or anything. The first time, a quick snuggle and good night kiss was all it took to get her calmed down. An hour later, she was up again and this time even after being tucked back in and helped with some socks to keep her feet warm she remained upset and wasn't making sense in her half asleep state. Eventually, with both mom and dad there she settled back in to sleep. My inclination when the alarm went off was to set it to go off again in another 30 minutes, but this would have left me without time to get my quick workout, unload the dishes while listening to scripture and share an update about it. I got up anyway, made my bed (the half I can while my wife sleeps, anyway) and proceeded to my pull-up spot and got the timer going. I continued with the idea of one pull-up followed by rest and a grip reset. I made it through eleven when the timer went. I felt like these were getting better as last week the later reps were getting less height each time by the end. This week at least for the first nine my chin cleared my pull-up handles and the first five I was able to pull my shoulders to touch my hands on the handles. Only the last two was it questionable if they went high enough to be a good count.
I listened to Alma speaking about faith like a seed growing up into a tree this morning. I thought about how if the tree doesn't grow or bring forth good fruit then a person will know it by those fruits or lack of growing into what it should, but that if it grows and then withers away, it's not because the tree or fruit was bad but because the soil was barren. My thought for today is to make sure that I am cultivating good soil to take care of the tree I'm growing.
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