The harder I work, the luckier I seem to get!  That being said, I’m not exactly a The Universe Will Provide believer.  Too many crappy (coincidental and intentional) events take place in the world for me to subscribe to that.  I am certain that I’m in charge of my own destiny but also think that there are times when if you really, really need something (or someone), it will be there for you.

Somehow between yesterday and early this morning, Trainer B intercepted my prayers.  (I doubt it had anything to do with the pitiful email I sent her last night.)  It makes perfect sense that I was a benefactor of celestial intervention, with all of the self-imposed limit pushing I’ve been doing these days.  When I arrived at UEF for early morning bootcamp, I was fortunate to find that my universal pleas had been heeded.  A heavy arm workout,  just what I needed, was provided for me (and all the other people who showed up too, of course).

We warmed up on the treadmill and performed a few inconsequential hill drills, but besides that nary a leg muscle were taxed.  My destroyed lower extremities gave a cosmic cheer as I worked my upper body and core to depletion with 15 pound dumbbells.  Glorious bicep curls, fabulous rows, lovely overhead presses, beautiful flys,  magical planks,  wonderful push-ups and fantastic crunches but  zero, none, nada, negative, no lunges.  I left the studio at 7am energized on rescued legs, and with my faith in humanity (and myself) restored.