It was baaaad. It got to the point where I could no longer lift any weight, and then to the point where my own body weight was too much. But there was a point where I was doing ATG (Butt to Ground) squats on legs that felt like cooked spaghetti noodles, and quite certain that I was not physically capable of standing back up. Either he or the angry voice in my head asked a question. "How bad to you want this?" (Come to think of it... it must've been him. My voice would've asked how badly I wanted this. Dying is no excuse for poor grammar.) I wish I could say that the question gave me a new burst of energy and that I finished strong. I did not. I had to sit down because my legs could no longer support me. I was lightheaded. I did, however, finish knowing that I held back nothing.
I've thought about the question a lot. Do you want this enough to give it your everything? Do you want it enough to overcome your whiny voice that gives you a thousand reasons not to? Do you want it enough to not only do it again (and again and again), but every single time to challenge yourself to be better than the last time?
Maybe that's really a life question, not just a gym question.
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