progress is uncomfortable

Like lifting weights, if you don’t push yourself, life will push you.  I remember the first time I stepped foot in a weight room.  I felt like a twig.  I felt like a Honda Civic in a room with Dodge Challengers that were ready to eat me alive if they thought I looked at them wrong.  I remember wishing I could tolerate the heat so that I could just workout in a sweater and no one could see the bones that I called biceps.  It seemed like everyone had such immaculate form and there was no way I could ever dream of being on that level.  It felt like everyone else was on the top of a mountain and there was no possible route I could take to get to where they are.  But one thing I noticed was once I got out of my head, I realized people did not look down on me the way that I feared they would for being a weight room rookie.  Instead, I found that people were more-than-willing to help me, as long as I was willing to learn.  It made me realize that I can’t compare where I am physically to another person who has been lifting weights for 10 years.  All I can do is strive to become the best version of myself, one-rep at a time.