Lately I've been drawing a lot of inspiration from small, otherwise mundane events. Case in point, last Friday, I saw a man running past my apartment, his labored gait immediately suggesting to me that running is a struggle for him. Nevertheless, he continued on with a "thousand yard stare" that even David Goggins would appreciate. Seeing this complete stranger embrace "the suck," I quickly finished off my breakfast, and packed my gym bag, all with renewed sense of purpose. Later that morning I made my second front squat PR of the week. Soldier on, good sir, soldier on.
Unrelated, if you are interested in reading a great book, I would highly recommend Chuck Warner's
Four Champions One Gold Medal. The author does a great job of explaining the sport of swimming (both racing and training), and the feats covered are no less remarkable, even by today's faster standards.
PS - I set another back squat PR this morning.
Tim Shaw was one bad dude.
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