10 Feet Tall and Bulletproof

photo stolen from dailyhive.com

 I'm throwing myself my very own personal party today, even though I'm the gym version of hungover today. My back's a little sore but it was so worth it. 

Why, you ask? 

I got a new personal record on my deadlift yesterday!!! GO ME! 

It's not terribly impressive to anyone but me, weighing in at 190 pounds. But it's mine! I know for myself that I could have done more, but my trainer cut me off. I knew she was going to do that so it's not a thing. But I know I could have gone bigger- that's enough for me. I'll get it next time. I understand her logic, that I shouldn't go to failure. Going to failure is a recipe for injury. Fair enough. I do wonder how much I had left in the tank.

No matter. I'm still riding a bit of an ego high: look what I did! I'm aware that no one on the planet gives a damn about my deadlift. No matter. I care, and even sore and tired I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof. 

What am I going to do with this feeling? I'm going to pour it into writing. I've got a bunch of stories under way and this unrelated boost of confidence will serve me well for getting stuff done. 

Motivation is motivation. Source doesn't matter. Use what you've got. Go forth and slay!