This is my favorite beach chair. I've had it for nearly 20 years. Every time I go to the beach I sit in it for hours reading my book, watching the waves and digging my toes in the sand.
There was always one thing that I didn't like about my favorite chair - I could hardly get out of it! It was the most ungraceful action that I'm sure was ugly to watch. Often my husband or children would have to give me a hand to help pull me up out it. I would hear myself making a horrible grunting noise without even realizing I was doing it as I struggled to get myself out of the chair.
Shortly after returning home from our beach vacation last summer, I was working out with my group of friends from work. Our trainer Dana had us doing Chair Dips - one of my least favorite exercises.
However, I quickly realized that the motion of the Chair Dip was the same motion required to get myself out of my beach chair! So instead of complaining, I started repeating to myself "get out of the beach chair" with every dip. By that time my husband and I had begun to plan our trip to the beach for our Anniversary. I knew that I had about 11 months to work on being able to get out of my chair with a little more of a sexy flare rather than like a woman who is ten months pregnant.
Week after week, every time chair dips appeared on our workout I would repeat over and over - Get out of the beach chair. Get out of the beach chair. The move never got any easier. My arms would burn and I never developed a love of Chair Dips.
Last week my husband and I spent the week in Nags Head, NC to celebrate our 20th Anniversary. Our first morning at the beach, I awoke at the crack of dawn, grabbing my chair and my book and heading down to the beach. Several chapters later I decided to go back to our condo to see if my husband was awake. Without giving it a second thought, I sprung out of my chair. You read that right - I SPRUNG out of my chair. I couldn't believe it!
Later that morning I returned to the beach with my husband. I couldn't wait to show him! I sat down in my chair and immediately sprung back up with ease and grace (and maybe a little sexy flare!) throwing my arms in the air and exclaiming "ta-da!" He could see the difference. I was so excited! In fact, every time that I got out of the chair for the remainder of the week instead of letting out a moan, I would look at my husband and say "ta-da!" It never got old.
There are many times in life when we work hard at something and don't always see a result. The scale doesn't move. Our pants don't fit any differently. It feels as if no one at work is noticing the time and effort you are putting in. Then all of a sudden - TA-DA! Something happens and you realize that your work has paid off. It's a lesson in never giving up!
I have to give a SHOUT OUT to my friend Dana for making me do all of those Chair Dips and to Team Muscle who continue to encourage and motivate me every single week!
|Team Muscle led by Dana (green shirt)|