Oh, how I'm hurting right now! My legs and my butt! When I walk, I walk like an old, crippled woman. When I sit, I sit like a stone statue because if I move, I produce an awkward screech of pain.
That's the price - the price for beauty. What wouldn't you give for beauty? I literally worked my butt (and legs) off yesterday because I want to get in shape. So I persevere. Not suffer or tolerate. I persevere. For my focus is on the good stuff - on what the pain leads to. It hurts me but it doesn't make me suffer. Through each sore muscle, I build my body and my character. Fits me!