When I was younger, I lifted for baseball.
Then I found football, and I lifted for football.
Then I found wrestling, and I lifted for wrestling (and football) in high school and college.
Then when my high level sporting days were gone after college, and all I had left was old man softball and jiu jitsu, I still enjoyed lifting to help me do as well as I could at these two sports.
As I get older still (my jiu jitsu days are numbered due to elbow and shoulder injuries) I find all I have left are two things:
1. archery
2. lifting
Lifting isn't making me a better archer. I guess I can just throw myself headlong into archery. Go all "green arrow" and shit.
Which leaves just lifting, for lifting's sake.
Problem is, as sports have come and gone in my life, the one constant has bene lifting. I'm not sure what I'd do if I couldn't do it.
Have I contemplated life without lifing? Yes. Am I looking forward to it? Absolutely not...it scares the bejesus out of me. So much of how I project myself to the world is tied up in my physical stature. Take it away, and I'm down to just brains and personality (the latter not exactly being my strong suit). And I'm pretty tired of using my brain, too.
What scares me most is that my joints will eventually wear out, and I'll no longer be able to lift.
Life is cruel as we age...we just get shit taken away from us. I certainly appreciate what I'm able to do now in the gym, and am thankful for every day I get to go there and lift.
