humans basically process everything through narrative. we aren't logic based creatures. we're story based creatures.
and in my case,
when I think about squats
the story I tell myself is that I'm a medieval peasant who was caught stealing from the king's pantry to feed my family and I've been thrown in a dungeon and my punishment is that every week I have to squat a weight 5 times in a row and do that 5 times and every week the weight goes up by 5lbs until I am crushed. And I imagine me as a peasant, clinging to life. forcing myself to get stronger so that I can live another week but knowing that the week just prolongs the dread of knowing that I will eventually be crushed. But maybe I can squat so heavy that the king's men and the king's horses won't be able to find an apparatus heavy enough to crush me and I'll be able to go free and see my wife, Honda, and my two children, Civic and Accord once more.
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