Don't you feel it?
Lungs burning, air barely getting in, legs shaking?
Persevering to finish the set
or scrambling up that last hill
or the last round on the heavy bag
or the last swing of the axe to finish the wood pile.
It is all the same. It's training, its what you are, what you are meant to do.
Its innate, its deep down inside. When others are staring at their phone, or worried about societal norms,
you are training.
The masses go one way and you going another.
Never satisfied, never done, always yearning for the feeling that it brings when the bar feels so light or the left hook connects just like it should connect
or the axe feels light as a feather.
Work, work, work.
No talking, just piling on the plates or setting the line in the stump just right to hit or groaning for the last few steps to the top.
You leave the talk to others,
you are stoic and focused and never more alive.
No self help for you, your self help lies in the bottom of the woodpile, at the top of a deadlift, at the nosebleed from a set of heavy squats
Your way.
Your way is the searching for that moment when all is right with your world.
Sweat, blood, and a deep down inside laugh
because you know that you are different, that the secret is all yours and just a few others understand.
Because
the answer to it all
is the feeling that comes to you when all else disappears, and it is just you and your body, with your mind silent and your peace achieved.
