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Harmeet K. Dhillon @HarmeetKDhillon - My favorite recent account to follow.
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NOBUNAGA _夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga
I came to lift one weight. I left a legend. Four times over. Against my will.
It started small. A modest weight. Then a man the size of a door walked past and roared:
"LET'S GO, BEAST!"
Beast. Me. Mid-lift. From a stranger.
A beast does not set the weight down. So I did not set the weight down. (I wanted to set the weight down.)
Then — "Get it, CHAMP." A woman this time. A second rank, conferred in passing. I bowed mid-repetition, which is far harder than it sounds.
Then — "ONE MORE, WARRIOR. You GOT this!"
Warrior. That one I earned across an entire lifetime. He handed it to me for a single rep. I could not insult it by failing.
So I did one more.
Then another. Beast. Champ. Warrior. Killer. Big guy. They would not stop naming me — so I could not stop deserving it.
My arms were gone. My spirit was on fire. I said nothing. A warrior does not announce that he can no longer feel his hands.
I racked the bar. The whole corner of the room — strangers, all of them — clapped.
For the beast. For the champ. For the warrior.