We find our sanctuaries: places that help us to heal, to put ourselves back together, to make us stronger, to grow scars over the wounds. For some of us, that place is the gym.
It started as a way to calm the angry voice inside.
Maybe that’s a solution if you’re overwhelmed. Do one thing really well right now. One thing.
Usually remembering my strength is not a problem. But sometimes I forget.
The cold steel, the hard sole of your lifting shoes, the way your body reacts to the stress of the weight, the way the burden settles onto you and presses down but, still, you hold steady. Listen to the bounce of the bumpers against the floor. See the chalk particles drift through the air.
She stood there and gave me a staredown that would make a mugger give back a purse.
If you can’t rise above, then rise through.
The barbell likes fit, the barbell likes strong, and the barbell tolerates pudgy and fat. The barbell doesn’t care what you look like or what size pants you wear. The barbell cares what you can do.
What you want is in the center of the room: how hard are you willing to go to get it?
Push. Drive. Pull. Press. Jump. Land.
These are the words we use in the gym. Words of sport, words of achievement.
What other words do you use often?