Overkill - Old Wounds, New Scars
Tonight's workout had a theme song. It came on during my first set of squats and completely fit after I spent the weekend in pain - residual damage from an accident 20 years ago. It was also the best workout I have had in a years. And I mean years - back to the days at Courthouse Bay at Camp Lejeune, before my elbow gave out, before figure competitions, before programming, before met con, before rehab, prehab and mobility, before I gave a fuck about anything other than moving weight.
Tonight the pain didn't matter. Nothing did. It was all about the weight - head down, music up, get it done. Leg day. Squats. Lunges. More squats. Deads. Repeat. My legs shook. Nausea set it. My head pounded. Nothing mattered but the weight. Set after set, rep after rep. It got done.
This is why I started lifting. Not any of the other shit - not bling, diets, conditioning - nothing but the release that comes with zoning out and destroying a workout.
Finally, after all the times I have posted this, to remind myself, I actually did it:
"Somewhere behind the athlete you've become, the hours of practice, the coaches who push you, and the fans who cheer for you, is the little girl who fell in love with the sport and never looked back. Play for her."
I'm not looking back. Watch out shoulders. I'm coming after you tomorrow.
This is exactly why I lift. I started lifting before I thought of any figure competitions and that does not define me. Lifting hard and heavy is what I love. Thanks so much for the post... looks like you and I are following the same path :)
ReplyDeleteI think we are! I started lifting in 1994, competing in 2010 - definitely not why I lift!
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