- April 10th, 2016
It's really not till I'm home, deep burning in the meat of my back, shoulders stiff, and knees aching that I truly appreciate having found weight lifting.
I wish I'd found it any of the 20 other times I almost got involved. Heh, especially back when diet was a thing I'd heard about on the news instead of daily headache.
There's just something inherently stabilizing for me to know that I've put in work. To feel it, literally, in my bones in flesh. It takes off so much of the fire and weight of wasted time and failed expectations.
"Today I did work. Tomorrow I'll do more."
Obviously, translating that to the less workout related aspects of my life isn't exactly a smooth pivot. But it functions almost as this totem. The habits of taking care of myself, for a change, coupled with that good ache...they're my ballast and my fuel. Steady on and forward.