Why do I do it?
Thursday, October 25th, 2007I have intentions in my head as to what will be done. I have internal stress that radiates and burns inside of my mind that need an outlet. The grip in my hand rests tightly on my hard earned callouses, pinching my newly forming blisters.
All the noise in my head is silent.
The room is silent, even my heart beat is silent.
I pull with all I can muster only to be met with resistance, as if the weight has been cemented to the floor and will not be released. Then something in the movement changes, more muscles are recruited and all I can feel is the heft of the weight moving with my body. It has lost mass as it moves and my muscles respond with lifting it higher and tighter towards my body.
I cannot feel my blisters, I cannot hear my mind. There is NOTHING in this moment but movement. I live for this moment. I anticipate this moment in my daily life as if it is a reuniting point with a lost love. I live in this moment.
It lasts a second or two and I lower the weight back down. I can start to feel the blisters as well as the tearing of the muscles in my back and hamstrings . My heart beat is growing louder and as I set it down it pounds loudly letting me know I did my job. I am now stronger and more powerful and I fully control this progression.
Each time I approach the bar I can add more weight and feel in more control of the entire universe because in that moment of the deadlift that IS the universe. It is an escape not work it is a reward not punishment. It is more relaxing than a bottle of the best wine.
That is why I do it, because I can own it






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