1. When people asked me why I worked out, I would give them a cop out answer: Body is a temple and I must keep it healthy + must be a good steward of my health. It's true, but that wasn't really my reason. I don't think I had a legit reason, but I refused to believe it was due to my insecurities about my "image". Slowly, but surely, I've found a better reason.
See, working out helps me develop discipline. It builds this mentality where I have to persevere physically. Oddly enough, this discipline and mentality have trickled into my spiritual life. It reminds me that I can't just give up or take the easy way out. That I have to stick it through, even if it burns. It reminds me that I must persevere. I look at [mucho awesome wrestler] and when I see his iron-like mental perseverance, where pain is nothing and gains are everything, I get so amazed. I want that. I want the ability to stop being a wimp and stop complaining. I want to be able to say that I have a God so strong that nothing is going to take me down. That's why I work out.
P.S. It does have physical benefits though; I do feel more energetic.
2. As much as working out and these physical things have affected my spiritual life and my outlook, I think it has worked its way back. In our spiritual lives, the first thing that happens is that we realize that we are sinners, utterly lost mortals only able to depend upon the grace of God. As we accept this and turn to God, we live the rest of our lives struggling against our sinful nature, trying to please God in every way.
Ironically enough, this has impacted my perspective about basketball. Today, I played a random 3 vs 3 and I realized how much I sucked. I didn't know what to do without the ball nor did I know what to do with the ball. As the game ended, I realized that no matter how much I practice on my own, I need to develop a working knowledge of basketball. Extra oddly enough, I played another game tonight. It was a 5 on 5 and I realized once again, how much I stink and how much I didn't develop motor skills during my younger years. But when I left the IM building, I was filled at disgust with myself: The good players were panting and dead tired, but I was barely breathing hard. If I'm so bad, I should be playing harder! I was so disappointed in myself. Just like any other sport, I should be giving it everything to make up for my lack of skill.
So now, it's operation basketball. To not be such a freaking awkward engineer. gosh.
3. I look down on people with regards to how they look. This Indian kid looked like a nerd, so I chose to guard him. He completely [blank]ed me. In every possible way. I need someone to pop my bigheadedness. Where's a Frontline girl when you need one? XD
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