Recently, I got asked to coach a few Saturday classes at my box. Well, with that position, I got a key.
I used that key for the first time today.
The drive from my house is 3 minutes. In those 3 minutes, my time was magical. The darkness clung to me like a diamond ring. It was so amazing.
I arrived at 4:40 am before my 5:30 am class.
It was so quiet. So serene. So real.
It was just me and the box and the barbell.
And it was magic.
I deadlifted. I listened to my music. I did my own thing. With no one around to watch. To judge. To witness.
It was me against myself.
I stretched. I tested out my bicep/shoulder, which has been injured all week. I soaked in the solace. The elation. Of being back into it after a forced break of 6 days.