In the Eye of the Storm
The bar was set with 20 lbs more than I had expected to lift that morning—a full 60 lbs more than my body weight—and more than I had ever imagined or dreamed I could or would move. As I set my feet and gazed ahead of me, none of those thoughts entered my mind. Instead, I felt a calm descend over me, and the only thing I focused on was my intention to make this deadlift happen. Was it heavy? Hell yes. Did my legs quake and quiver as I slowly inched the bar to the top of the movement? You bet. Did I ever once consider dropping it or stopping? Not a chance. Deep down, I knew that as long as I stuck with it, I would get to where I wanted to be. Afterward, the realization of what I had just done washed over me and I was left feeling changed. I could feel myself walking a little taller, moving more assuredly, projecting confidence and groundedness. What I also noticed was how I had been feeling in comparison to the past couple of months. Instead of be...