BENCHMARKS

by greenbamboostudios

The very first songs I play everyday when I sit down at my bench in the restaurant are a medley of hymns.

 

The hymns are chosen based on the devotional reading from the publication Our Daily Bread.

 

Last Sunday, a woman gently tapped me on the arm after Amazing Grace-Old Rugged Cross-Crown Him with Many Crowns.

 

“That’s exactly what I needed to hear,” she said with tears in her eyes.

 

And I know, with absolute certainty, that I am supposed to me on this particular bench, at this very specific moment, for an important reason.

 

A few days later, I’m on another bench, at an unfamiliar gym, because my home gym has a power outage.

 

The head judge of most Michigan bodybuilding competitions is training a client right next to me.

 

And because the bench press has always been the weakest of all my lifts, I’m hesitant to begin.

 

“I’m the smallest guy here,” I whisper to my coach.

 

“That doesn’t matter,” she tells me, “You have the biggest heart.”

 

With that, I begin.

 

In the end, it wasn’t a personal best kind of workout, but it wasn’t the worst either.

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