My Love For The Iron
My fondness for the iron is something I have found to be one of the most beloved things in my life besides my family. So odd how it came to be about. I was taking weekly yoga classes, at a local gym, and up to date on the most recent juices and body detoxes. I was all about being centered and finding my peaceful place. One day a friend and myself decided to venture over to the side of the fitness facility that had all of these amazing machines and free weights. No telling what exercises we actually did but we knew we were having fun and wanted to learn more. A mutual friend invited us to try powerlifting in their garage. So there we went with all kinds of expectations but the one thing I remember more than anything was the sight of that 45lb barbell. We began training and the second my hand wrapped around that bar for the first time, I was forever in love. The constant push it gave me, always challenging me to do more, better, consistently. I found that the iron challenged me mentally in a way I had been longing but didn’t know I needed. It pushed me to expect more from myself every time and when I slacked it definitely let me know it. No lies, no sugar coating. Did you put in enough? Did you follow your training program, nutrition and stress management like you needed to? Accomplish what you so desperately wanted?…. A better, stronger version of me than I thought possible.