Today was…a day to remember some lessons.
Today’s lesson was a lesson in…what should I call it? Patience? Self-forgiveness? Understanding? Revised expectations?
I went to the gym today hoping to score a new PR (personal record) on my deadlift.
Yeah, I guess that makes me a meathead. I’ll take it.
I really wanted this one for a friend of mine, who’s been ill and going through a LOT of tough stuff. We started at my gym around the same time, and we would always joke around about how regularly – and badly!- she would kick my behind.
Now, though, she’s not allowed to lift weights. Like, not ever again. How does a 30-year-old carry that news? I can’t imagine.
So now? Now we joke around about how I’m sneaking up on her old PR’s. And the biggest one is the deadlift. As of last spring, I was 5 pounds shy of her best lift.
Today was my day to test it out. Today I wanted catch up, and to send her a video of me celebrating, and to let her celebrate along with me.
I arrived at the gym to work, and the first several sets working up my weight felt great. I built up the barbell, confident that things were going great.
And then, they weren’t.
25 pounds below my target, I stalled. I tried three times at that weight, and NOTHING DOING. In gymspeak they call that failure. My great hope for today clearly wasn’t happening.
Yes, I was discouraged. Yes, I was disheartened.
But I am also grateful to myself. I have now lifted long enough to know that there are some days I’ll have great lifts, and there are some days I’ll fail. And failure simply means it didn’t work this time. I’ve worked to be strong, and no one can take that away.
So I’ll be back at the gym soon enough, plowing ahead with whatever it is that’s next.
And as for my friend? Ohhh, I’ll catch her. One day.