Yesterday was the first time that I hit the iron in some time. Training has been a funny word for a while now-- just skiing or climbing has been my M.O., as has sitting around, drinking excessively, letting the smoking get out of control, and sacrificing sleep for dumb shit.
Today I'm sore. Grateful for the stretching, cooldown, and contrast shower, but sore. And it feels good. My body feels deeply used, and it will grow stronger.
This is what I want to feel. I hope that the process of growing physically stronger will require the development of discipline and sacrifice that is so lacking in me right now. Momentum is challenging, but the ball is rolling.
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