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