6.13.25: The Deadlifter

There’s a guy at the gym who deadlifts like he’s summoning spirits. Screams, chalk cloud, dramatic rest between sets. Me? I stretch like I’m 80, then do three cautious sets of bench press while making a deal with gravity not to kill me. Still, I show up. Day after day. No PRs, no fanfare. Just sweat and a little less brain fog. Sometimes I think that’s enough. Not because I’m making gains—but because I’m still choosing to move when I could just rot. Progress isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s just not quitting. Sometimes it’s just showing up when it’s hard.