Blog Post # 287 – Maximum Me

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much effort did it take to perform that leg press?” asked Annabel.

“I would say an 8,” I replied.

Amany, my wife, giggled.

Annabel, the trainer, looked at me and said gently, “I would give that a 4.”

Ouch.

Last week, Amany and I learned about the different pieces of exercise equipment at the Lodge.

Our new friend Annabel showed us around.

Now, when I was pushing on that leg press, I thought that I was putting forth close to maximum effort.

Apparently not.

This is why it is good to not do everything by ourselves.

Too easy to tell ourselves that our BS is true.

It also shows the importance of having a guide when we are uncharted territory.

(The gym is pretty much uncharted territory for me.)

But I have been pondering over this little exchange.

And I ask myself, if I could have been so wrong about the amount of effort that I put forth in pushing on that machine, what other areas of my life might I be wrong about when it comes to maximum effort.

Because, you see, there is this other Jim out there.

A Jim that I call Maximum Jim.

He’s where I am headed. My big audacious goal.

I see glimpses of him from time to time.

But it is starting to dawn on me that it is going to take a lot more effort to even begin to approach Maximum Jim.

Effort at a level 8 or 9.

Stated differently, a 4 ain’t gonna cut it.

Let’s roll.