Seems that whenever I take the time to look I find that there are lessons all around me that I need to learn.  Last night I went to bed without writing knowing that a night to reflect and organize would help me do better.  Actually, I was shying away from something that was beginning to scare me and I didn't know what to do. The last several times that I have done my 56 push ups (or attempted to do so) I have really struggled.  I was hardly able to finish in most cases and sometimes really had to 'modify' (cheat) to finish.  So last night I tried and with some 'modification' I barely made it, but was breathing very heavily for a long time. All night I thought about what to do:  3 sets of ? let's see 18 18 and ?  no 19 19 and 18---yeah.  But why was this happening?  Was I still carrying some bug, or did my age all of a sudden do me in?  Was I nearing the end?  It was becoming a real mental thing for me.  So I was going to get up and try the 3 sets of 19 19 and 18.  Then I started to just stretch and I started to feel the blood begin to flow.  Hey, maybe that was part of it! so more stretching and then I got up, read my scriptures and then the moment of truth.  Not a big deal to most, especially youngsters, but  was apprehensive.  Sets, not. go for it.  1,2,---56!  and barely breathing heavily!!!  Now the conundrum.  Why, what was different?  Blood? Preparation?  Determination?
Don't know for sure, but there is a lesson in there somewhere, and I will ponder on it and let you know.  Any ideas?