I woke feeling down.
I am a puny excuse for a bodybuilder.
Maybe more a wanna-be than a real competitor.
No platitudes or mantras could get me out of it.
Not the attitude to take to the gym.
But I am habitual (and would feel worse if I just gave up)
I had an upper body workout ahead of me.
I went in feeling like it was a waste of time…for goodness sake, look at me!
But I got on the bench.
The bar felt GREAT.
Weight felt GREAT
Lifting felt GREAT.
When I let my body talk, it had a different story.
It wants to grow.
It likes this TRYING stuff.
And suddenly, I was a happy man.
No bigger than when I left the house.
But fully in my life.
As in my art making, the results are far less important than the process.
The Way is the Why
Owning It 
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