The Knife’s Edge(?)
I love lifting weights—love it. When I ran cross country in high school, we had to lift weights, but I convinced myself weightlifting wasn’t for me, so it wasn’t. Funny how that works.
Anyway, I’ve been lifting weights at the hotel*, and it’s one of the highlights of my day, …daily.
I especially like pushing myself, and nowadays I am overwhelmed with a sense of fear, that I may begin experiencing a stroke prodrome. Intellectually I think that’s unlikely, but I am talking about a sense, not rationality.
I love lifting weights, though. I like to think this makes me more Ancient Greek, as they too appreciated feats of strength.
* my weight room at home is far better than the one here. However, it’s a bit crowded. The “gym” here has given me some ideas—specifically how I can change my layout by using more space.
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