Resistance Training

This morning I was going to share what I have been learning from C. S. Lewis, from his book, "Mere Christianity," but I have something else to share instead, so you will have to wait for my thoughts on Lewis for another day.

This morning, as with most mornings, I was working out. However this morning, I shared my workout with someone else. You see, last summer we got 2 new kittens. One of them is still small and timid. She is such a sweetheart. But the other one...well, he is a tiger in a domestic cat's clothing! He happened to be in the house this morning while I was working out.

During the aerobic portion of my workout, he sat watching me intently. Then, I got out my mat for floor work. I got down onto the mat and started doing crunches. The cat, however, took the opportunity to attack what, to him, was an obvious foreign life form that needed to be dealt with: My ponytail! Imagine trying to do sit-ups with a cat attached to your head.

Of course, I am a type-A person, so I couldn't just stop my workout and deal with the cat. So, I guess you could say I just finished the set with extra resistance. Then it was on to push ups. You would think the cat would go away after the sit-ups, but the push ups provided an extra level of entertainment: Not only was there a ponytail to kill and destroy, but he could hide in the "tunnel" to do it!

So there he was, sneaking under my belly, grabbing at my ponytail, which was hanging down beside my neck. He would just about reach it, then ... squish. He would back up as I came down, still keeping his eye on the prize. As I would raise up, he would crawl back under and grab, and down I would come.

Somehow, I finished my routine with my ponytail intact, and Zeus did not get smashed in the process. When I laid back for a stretch, he climbed up on my chest and nuzzled my nose, rubbing up and purring, letting me know that he had sooo much fun this morning. I petted him and smiled.

Tomorrow, the cat goes outside!