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A philosophy of lifting.
Ever since a young age, I found a peaceful place in the gym. It's more of a sanctuary to be respected. Church-like.
The weights have a hum about them that vibrates when you lift them carefully and release them steadily in your hands.
A combination of breathing, tensing and feeling the resistance as you focus on movement. It's a meditative state that
resides inside and promotes strength and growth.
It's given to release of power at the same time. I recall watching a philosopher speak to a room of students and sharing
a few stories that relate directly to my fondness of lifting weights.
He asked a the room, how much does this glass of water weigh?
A few gave some of their best guesses.
He entertained their angst with a long pause and stated: "It all depends on how long you have to hold it."
The next was about a jar on his desk.
He filled the jar with stones and then asked if the jar was full? Many agreed it was.
He then took out a container with smaller stones and then put them in the jar until no more would fit.
Is it full now? Again, many agreed, it was full.
He then took out some sand, and then filled the jar with all the sand he could.
Is it full now? More agreed and it was unanimous. Most of the room through it was full to capacity.
He then put the glass of water next to the jar... there were audible gasps.
He filled the rest of the jar with the water.
That's my philosophy of living and lifting. Just when I think I've had enough, I later realize, I am now prepared to take on more than before. All this can be related back to a young man with too much energy and thankfully a healthy outlet.