Trying.

I have big legs, partly genetic and partly when I was in my formative teen years I did a lot with my legs.  Walking four or five miles a day and martial arts can really tone those calves and thighs.  When I go to the gym I look forward to leg day, unlike most guys.  When I do legs I start with a basic leg press and do over 700 pounds, when I can do over a 1000 I'll stop working on bulk.  Upper body is a different story however.

If you see me you don't think I have any muscle, I'm your typical overweight, pale, hairy white guy.  My arms are so weak that putting the weights on the bar for leg presses doubles as an arm workout.  But I'm trying.

Today I did chest and my max is under a hundred pounds.  But I'm trying.  That's why when you see me in a puddle of sweat and straining it's because I'm trying and not because I'm pushing a lot of weight.

Why the picture?  I like it and it's a metaphor for life in many ways.  What I (and she) considers easy with legs is what most people struggle to do.  What I consider a struggle some other people consider a warm-up.  Much like life, I sit at this keyboard and struggle sometimes for a way to say something and then you have some people that sit and bang away without a concern.  I can make a hell of martini or Bloody Mary but please don't ask me to make a loaf of bread without using my bread machine.

Everyone has some things they excel at and some things they struggle with, all we can do is keep trying.