Injuries aren’t a curse. They’re feedback.
I remember it like it was yesterday: The day I graduated from a no-holds-barred lifter to a guy with one eye on the long game.
I was deadlifting 320 pounds, which for me was an almost immovable mountain of weight. I’d warmed up, stretched, and dialed in my form. With Herculean effort, I managed to get the weight up. I stood for a moment, made a that just happened face to me in the mirror, and waited for a round of stunned applause from everyone present. Hearing none, I lowered the bar to the floor with a satisfying clang.
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