May we leave the gym each day in more awe of God than when we walked in. And may our tiny, infinitesimal muscles with our miraculous neuromuscular system - negotiating lifts and coordinating movements - along with the involuntary mechanisms of lungs breathing and hearts beating - simply stir in us one giant, unmistakeable, instantaneous reminder of His awesome greatness and our gross dependence. Whether we enjoy walking on the treadmill or digging holes in the squat rack, taking classes or teaching them - when we leave the gym - we're not just opening the door after a workout, "whew."
We're opening the door after a miracle, "Wow!"
We'll never lift better than we live. We'll never run better than we walk. Aren't we glad that - for us - Jesus did both.