The strongest shall survive
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I woke up at 7:30 feeling mentally and physically drained. Yesterday was rough. I couldn't sleep well. I had just remembered that in a while I had to be at the gym, squatting.
I almost convinced myself to skip it.
I'm glad that I didn't, though.
I got up, put on some clothes, and a couple of hours later I was facing the bar, loaded with a weight I haven't squatted ever before.
The first rep felt heavy, and the second - even heavier. I couldn't catch my breath. The third and the fourth were so close to failure, but I managed to squat these. The fifth was the hardest, but I ain't got in the gym to rack the bar and be a pussy. So, I took a big breath and squatted that shit out.
I did two more sets of fives. I was almost crying on the last rep of the third set.
But I did it.
I could've stayed home and deceived myself that I'm doing the right thing.
I could've also rack the bar on the fourth rep of the first set and admit that it's not my day today.
I could've also reached for lighter plates.
But I stuck to the plan. I didn't pussy out.I'm convinced that not being a failure in life boils down to a very simple heuristic.
Just don't pussy out. Stick to your plan.
As the great Mr. Rippetoe says:
Stronger people are harder to kill than weak people and are more useful in general.
Get stronger. In any possible way.