I am a meathead. The gym is where I feel most at home. Lifting heavy things is how I express and process so many things. For the past two years I have been injured and not been able to do any workouts at all. The last few weeks have seen my exile from the gym end. I have returned to the gym and am rebuilding that part of myself. My gratitude is endless that I am working out again.
Exile from the gym was hard. It was one of the hardest things I have had to suffer in my life. There are harder and nastier things I have had to suffer in life, I will admit that. Lifting weights is however a key part of what I do, and that was taken from me. Injuries came for me and I had to pay the price. The price however was not a life sentence.
Getting something back we love, that is an immense source of gratitude. I learned how to live without this lifting thing I love so much. I am however grateful I no long must live without it, I would rather live with it. Being stripped of things we love, can teach us more about that thing, and more about ourselves.
I was out of balance two years ago. Lifting consumed much of my thoughts, it was a source of selfishness far too often. Lifting was a well from which both positivity and negativity flowed. Through being stripped of it I think I have purged the negativity.
I am grateful for these lessons. Now my wonderful obsession with the gym is even more wonderful. I now know more of what it means to me. I feel as though I now know how to use this obsession. I’m grateful to have this this magnificent obsession back.