Typing these words is an act of defiance. 

The last thing I feel like doing right now is writing. Anything. 

Because, as has happened many other times in my lifting life, I find myself held prisoner by an uncooperative body (thanks, Covid). I can’t train, and it’s upsetting and depressing. 

If you’ve experienced this kind of setback—and nearly everyone has at some point–you know how epically it sucks. Everything’s going your way. You’re feeling strong and poised for big things—only to get shot down by illness or injury and having to start (what feels like) all over again. 

No matter how many times I deal with this, I’m somehow still surprised at how much it messes with my head.