I am so sore today, that I can hardly move. Yesterday, I went to the gym. I have only been twice since last April. I know that is pitiful, but I HATE to exercize. My friend, Karen, is a faithful gym member. She told me that if I met her there yesterday we could work-out together and she would show me how to use the machines. All I have ever done is the tread mill. It is always more fun to have a friend at the gym and I have noticed when a friend talks to me while I am on the treadmill, I always stay on it longer. Karen did not know what she was getting into with me by her side. The first machine nearly killed me. Muscles worked in my arms that I don't think I have ever used before. It was a torture device. The second machine, well, I got on it backwards. Karen laughed and so did a man lifting weights nearby. I tried to do three sets of ten, but I mostly did a lot of sitting and staring and asking the Lord to help...