Pain, or the threat of it, has this way of bringing focus. Something you notice when holding 250 pounds above your chest. Incline presses are definitely mind clearing. Not too concerned about yesterday, tomorrow, what song's playing on my iPod, or any other of life's travails. None of that. I've heard the breaking of a bone sounds like a tree branch snapping, and my only concern was not experimenting with my own clavicle. It's that sort of concern you confront upon realizing you've overestimated yourself. The holy shit moment.
This is not the holy shit moment that normally accompanies the witnessing of something unexpected.The two are discrete. Yeah, this is the holy shit moment that comes only when you realize you're not John Wayne.That Superman is a comic book character. This is the holy shit moment that comes when you realize you're faced with imminent injury,and you did it all by yourself. Go. Me.
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