I asked Lane once if he would like to get up and go to the gym or go do something else. He said, “That’s like asking me if I want to go do torture or go eat dinner.” He said he would rather pull out tree stumps than go to the gym. THAT is saying something! He really doesn’t enjoy going to the gym to work out, but he does it because he loves me (because I have to exercise to help maintain my health) and also because he knows he needs to exercise. But he’d much rather work outside in the yard–even if it means pulling up tree stumps.
We had dozens of trees in our yard when we moved in some time ago, and over the years Lane has removed many of them. The most challenging trees to remove were the Aspen trees–the beautiful kind that have interlocking roots and that spring up everywhere. So unless you kill the root system, they will keep repopulating whatever space they inhabit. We had to get some very powerful (dangerous!) root killer and paint it on each stump of each tree we cut down in order to finally get rid of that system. Now, we love Aspens! Just not in our yard, where you can’t run and play in the grass (or mow) because of all the trees sprouting up, poking into your feet, and tripping you up.
Today I got up late because I started feeling sick yesterday. I got up, determined to put my best foot forward in an expression of faith. But when I got on the treadmill, I felt like I was going to pass out. I sat on the exercise bike and after a few minutes, that was all I could do. While I was exercising those few minutes, I was thinking about the habit of exercise (and how so many other good habits in life) require discipline that feeds upon itself and becomes delicious once it is established, but isn’t always delicious in the process of establishing. It’s like planting a tree when you want to eat fruit! You have to plant it, water it, fertilize it, weed around it, dig around it, and wait. And then after so many years you will finally get some fruit (around 8 years for a standard apple tree, while another source says fruit trees range from 5 to 15 for a tree from seed–that isn’t from a bare root).
That’s a long time to wait for fruit!
If I had to wait 8 years for any of the benefits of exercise to come, I would have given up a long time ago!
One weakness, one week at a time
And then there is the part of life where we have to remove trees that are dead or dying or simply are in the way of where we need to go and what we want to accomplish. I read an article this week about a young woman for whom it took 7 years to be ready to serve a mission. Talk about perseverance! In “Working Out Weaknesses, Sketching Out Faith,” E. Tracy Williams shares how she had to work on learning to study, to lose weight, to overcome difficult challenges, and to wait patiently. Her bishop told her, “My door is always open. We can work on it together! One weakness, one week at a time:”
“During those years, I strived to come closer to Christ and apply His teachings in my life. As challenges came, His Atonement became real to me. I relied on the power, comfort, and strength He gave me through His Atonement when my best friend passed away, when our family lost our home, and when I got into a car accident. When circumstances caused me to lose many of my friends, I fell into depression, but the Savior pulled me out. My Friday nights with friends were replaced with working out at the gym and studying about the Atonement of Jesus Christ.”
I love getting to read stories like that in the Ensign magazine (free online) because they help me keep motivated. I am reminded that life is about work. My body, mind, and spirit were made to think, to problem-solve, to exercise, to work, to prepare, to share, to love, to forgive, to create. It is all a form of work. While it is all good, but it doesn’t come naturally (in most cases for me, that is). It requires determination. Pick a goal and work toward it. Get up and try. Take a step. Don’t stay in bed. Press forward. Somedays this is how I feel about work: “UGH.” 🙃
Health has been a challenge for me my whole life, but I’ve had lots of promises that if I get down on my knees and pray and then get up and exercise my faith to take a step, the strength I need will be there. Some days when I am sick, I feel discouraged. I want to have day after day of good health and good sleep! But life isn’t like that. I know God hasn’t forgotten me or gone back on his promises. I just have to be patient and keep trying. One day at a time, one little step at a time.
Direction, not speed
Yesterday I was so happy, because my goal this week was to get back to running 5K, with at least 3 runs, and yesterday was my second run and I walked .1 miles, ran 3.1 miles (first 2 miles at 6 mph pace, 3rd mile plus at 5.0 mph, then ran at 7.0 mph for .2 miles), then walked as my cool down for 5 minutes. (TMI, sorry, but this is bit of a personal log for me 🏃♀️). I really am excited to be starting on my path towards running a half marathon. Today I truly was excited to run another 5K and try to keep my pace up, but it wasn’t to be.
And now I’m back in bed.
And that’s OK. On the days when I am sick or not accomplishing my goal, I am comforted in remembering that it is the direction and not the speed that matters in working on weaknesses or working towards goals. Patience and gentleness with myself and my need to pause or slow down are what God gives me. That’s where I am today. He says it’s OK to slow down as long as my direction is correct. He wants to help me get where we both want me to go. I love having God as my traveling companion, so I will keep praying for his help while I take life one step at a time, one hour, one day, one week and one weakness at a time.