After a long day at school, I escaped to the gym for an hour of painful bliss.
It's odd. Since when is burning pain a welcomed feeling? But being there, Journey and Boston blasting, lifting weights (I added more tonight...felt so proud of myself) and doing an extra set of push-ups, was a perfect wind-down.
My muscles screamed and burned. My arms shook and turned to jelly. I did so many crunches I couldn't breathe. OWWW!! And all the while, Boston taunted me; "more than a feeling...". Yeah, yeah...it's definitely more than a feeling...can we say death?
Yet, it feels so good.
Sometimes you have to grit your teeth and work through the pain. Even when it's really, really intense. You grab that bar, you add those weights, you push it up, you shake and tremble, and you grow strong. Your muscles tear, they scream, they cry. But then they grow and change and strengthen. It's painful, but empowering. Healthy.
I think it's a good life lesson.