not alone

If there were personal trainers for life, there would be someone with you wearing a track suit and running shoes as you braced yourself to go to the store or the bank or the post office. Or even to do your laundry, pay your bills or clean the kitchen. A compact man with tight muscles rippling underneath his red and white pants shouting, “That’s it! Way to go! Now ten more dishes; now nine; and eight; and seven; bend those knees as you put them in the dishwasher! You’re almost done; and two more; and one more! And… take a breather... close the dishwasher, that’s enough for now.” And a pat on the shoulder as you sit on the couch for a minute between sets. And after he’s timed the rest and chatted with you about idle subjects, he looks at you intently and asks if you’re ready to move on to laundry. And if you say yes, he is psyched! This is the first time you’ve said yes since he started working with you. You’re progressing! Granted, there are fourteen loads of laundry sitting in old dry cleaning bags in the hall but every journey begins with a single step. And you’re not alone anymore. You have faith that he’s done this before and gotten people with far more laundry than you into shape. But he won’t carry the bags because this is about you. This is your time! And he knows you can do it.