Wicked Wacked
The shoulders, lats and traps took a beating yesterday. Sore beyond human recognition. I have wondered about that word; recognition. Is it remembering cognition? If so then it is best not to remember what I used to look like before lifting. Maybe the emotional attachment to what I used to look like needs to go. The memory of what I looked like stimulates me to lift. But the feelings of less than happy self image needs to go on permanent leave. It does no good now. Striving to improve each moment is more important than remembering the past. The future is the same, why bring anxiety over the future to life now? Isn’t there enough to focus on without borrowing it from the future? I will live and lift in grace, gratitude and love of self and others…
