"You need to find your own purpose, I cannot build desire."
I've found my gym. I knew it the moment I saw that quote. I walked around it today slowly, purposefully. It was that same "home" feeling I got when I found my yoga studio here in the Lansing area. Like I could breathe again. I felt humbled, and grateful and tearful. There's something about privately owned and run gyms that inspire me. When flat screen TV's don't cover the walls, pretty things aren't the focus. The basics are there, in working condition. Nothing to distract you from the work it takes to reach your goals. A dusty radio in the corner with an ipod/phone hook-up that looks like it might work, a drop box for payments if you want to buy something, and cardio equipment that has definitely already seen it's best days. There's something demanding of rows of free weights, racks of barbells, and a room specifically designed and dedicated to maxing out, to creating your personal record (at-least that's the way it appeared). I stood the longest in that room. You could feel the pride, the dedication, the excitement. I felt relief. I was inspired to be on that board. Motivated to prove myself to someone who didn't know me through my actions instead of talking a lot of shit about the things "I used to do" before I moved to Lansing. I've lost a little bit of my cockiness as it pertains to the gym and training; 25lbs will do that too you. I miss lifting really heavy things. I didn't do much today. I got my ass on three treadmills before I found one I didn't think was going to throw me off because I just wanted to take it all in. I wanted to bathe myself in this place, a place which was already mimicking some of the things I value most in training. Grateful doesn't begin to describe what I felt in that moment. I saw a no bullshit attitude. I saw hard work and I saw trust. I saw me at 180lbs.
PS- Maybe the universe was trying to tell me something as it was continuously denying my access to the old gym... smh
With Grace & Gratitude
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