Treadmill was a bad idea

The other day I made it over to the gym for a leg workout. Those are fun.

What I didn’t know is that working out my legs wouldn’t be the most difficult part of the gym visit. After finishing with weights, I hopped on a treadmill for a mile run. Still, not the hard part of the workout, even though running on a treadmill is one of my least favorite things in the world. My gym has about a thousand treadmills but, of course, the few people using them near me were hot women.

You might be thinking, “So what’s the problem?”

I know, I know… hot women are hot, but I’m trying to limit temptation in my life. Certainly there’s enough of it in many other areas of life (TV, movies, etc), and women at the gym are usually wearing tight clothes so that definitely adds to the attraction, whether they know it or not.

So as I’m running in place, I mention that now would be a good time for God to somehow get me out of this, while I’m staring straight ahead and trying not to glance in any direction towards the hot women.

The moral of this story is this: when you need God to come through, just talk to Him about it. And turn up the speed on your treadmill, metaphorically. I believe prayer works, but it’s also a two way street. While I was waiting for a way out, it was important for me to run faster so I could complete the mile and get out of there. My brother mentioned something to me a long time ago that has stuck with me…

Pray as if it all depends on God. Work as if it all depends on me.

So to sum up: Men, it’s best to find a gym that only has ugly women. You’ll be better off.

-Out of the Wilderness