This is why training has always struck me as a physical form of meditation or prayer. Not prayer in the petitionary sense — not “Lord, grant me visible abs and a painless lower back” — but prayer as disciplined remembrance. You put the body under load to remember that anything worth keeping has a cost. Strength has a cost. Health has a cost. Clarity has a cost. Even dignity has maintenance fees. The barbell is less a symbol of fascist aesthetics than a blunt tutor in reality: neglect has consequences, attention (or the lack thereof) has consequences, and wishing does not move mountains of iron. I’ve always used “battling personal entropy” as the category tag for posts about diet and lifting, so I’m happy to see my thoughts echoed here. We are all posted at our own ridiculous little Thermopylae, holding the pass with protein, lifting, sleep, medication, supplements, recovery protocols, and whatever else keeps the machinery from surrendering too early. The forces of entropy will break…
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