I rarely have days in the gym where I just don’t want to be there. I probably only have about 5 of those days per year. Well today was definitely one of those days. I worked out bis, tris, and calfs and during the entire workout I fought myself from just walking out of the gym. “What is it?” I kept asking myself. I don’t know and I never figured it out. I just kept it moving because if I stopped, I never would have finished. It seemed like each set hurt worse than the last and the iron was just not my friend today. What kept me going? The thought that someone else was training harder than I was. What kept me going? The thought that I have put too much work into my physique to let one bad day stand in my way. What kept me going? Telling myself to shut up and lift. Pain is temporary, Pride is forever. What keeps you going?
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