View this post on Instagram You get strong in areas you don’t train This morning, I ran faster than I’ve run in a long time. I couldn’t talk while running at this speed. Thus, no video. I pushed myself hard. I wanted to see if I could do it. That I wouldn’t break. Turns out, my lungs didn’t explode and my feet didn’t fail me, “Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not. Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot. So here I go, is my shot. Feet, fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got...snap back to reality”. Turns out, all the running I’ve been doing is making a difference. It’s making me stronger. Even in areas I didn’t anticipate my strength growing. Which got me thinking about my arms. Before the Rona, I was lifting weights diligently. I wanted muscles. Not quite Popeye level, but muscles defined and strong. I wanted my body to look like a body that does hard things. That even when I got a glance of myself, I would be reminded of my own strength. I cared nothing of what you thought. I am covering my own ground with many hills and many valleys, and in those spaces, I need to KNOW that I got this. That the valley will not suck me into the bottom. That the hills will not be beyond my rock climbing skills. That I can “on belay” and “belay on”, just right. That the tension of the rope is where it’s supposed to be. That though the edges are craggy and sharp, I know how to climb. I know how to repel down the other side too. Just fine. It’s hard. It’s scary. It’s relentless. But, I am strong. I got this. Every difficult step before this one has uniquely prepared me for this very spot in which I find myself. I’m not bragging. I’m merely telling you that I NEED to see physical manifestations of my efforts and strength. The muscles that I am building become a road map of sorts. They remind me where I have come from and what I have done. Back to my arms. I haven’t lifted one weight since the pandemic. Not one. I probably could do a YouTube something or other, but I haven’t. I don’t have the bandwidth. I have the bandwidth to run. So run is what I do. So when I was reaching for something the other day and I saw my muscles flexing... A post shared by Cha Sears-Barefield (@chabare) on Jul 25, 2020 at 6:42am PDT
You get strong in areas you don’t train This morning, I ran faster than I’ve run in a long time. I couldn’t talk while running at this speed. Thus, no video. I pushed myself hard. I wanted to see if I could do it. That I wouldn’t break. Turns out, my lungs didn’t explode and my feet didn’t fail me, “Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not. Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot. So here I go, is my shot. Feet, fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got...snap back to reality”. Turns out, all the running I’ve been doing is making a difference. It’s making me stronger. Even in areas I didn’t anticipate my strength growing. Which got me thinking about my arms. Before the Rona, I was lifting weights diligently. I wanted muscles. Not quite Popeye level, but muscles defined and strong. I wanted my body to look like a body that does hard things. That even when I got a glance of myself, I would be reminded of my own strength. I cared nothing of what you thought. I am covering my own ground with many hills and many valleys, and in those spaces, I need to KNOW that I got this. That the valley will not suck me into the bottom. That the hills will not be beyond my rock climbing skills. That I can “on belay” and “belay on”, just right. That the tension of the rope is where it’s supposed to be. That though the edges are craggy and sharp, I know how to climb. I know how to repel down the other side too. Just fine. It’s hard. It’s scary. It’s relentless. But, I am strong. I got this. Every difficult step before this one has uniquely prepared me for this very spot in which I find myself. I’m not bragging. I’m merely telling you that I NEED to see physical manifestations of my efforts and strength. The muscles that I am building become a road map of sorts. They remind me where I have come from and what I have done. Back to my arms. I haven’t lifted one weight since the pandemic. Not one. I probably could do a YouTube something or other, but I haven’t. I don’t have the bandwidth. I have the bandwidth to run. So run is what I do. So when I was reaching for something the other day and I saw my muscles flexing...
A post shared by Cha Sears-Barefield (@chabare) on Jul 25, 2020 at 6:42am PDT
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