I jumped back into training, especially in the weight room, with vengeance on wednesday afternoon.  I was angry.  Livid.   I don’t know if I’ve ever been quite so irate!  I ran with aggression.  Really wild aggression… and then I came and saw the strength crew and punished myself.  I wanted to be sore.  I wanted to feel my muscles work.

We did just that.  I was fatigued.  My anger had subsided.

Its now friday.  And I still can’t lift my arms normally.  But you know what?  I’m pretty darn happy.  Happy that every thing hurts, because atleast I know I’m doing something.

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