Working out has always been a safe haven for me. A sanctuary of sorts. A refuge from life’s clutter. Hitting the gym, releasing stress, losing myself in the lift is often times what keeps me sane some days. Breaking down the old me, stripping away everything that’s useless and unnecessary to the task at hand, whether it be a deadlift PR , going insane on heavy squat reps or beastin on some chest. When it’s all said and done, life’s a little clearer. Physically, I’m a little better and I feel like there’s no place I’d rather be. I feel like I’m home. For that hour and a half or so - Lifting is my religion.
Headed to the gym. Happy lifting this evening all.