Ride your deepest pain to greatness
Posted by Michael Vacanti
Note: This is a “short post” (what’s that?)
You are completely wasting this.
His face contorted in disgust. Not because there was a lacrosse ball jammed under his scapula, but because he was so disappointed in me.
“Seriously, you are making a huge mistake. You are throwing away a huge opportunity. This could be a book, Mike.”
I just looked at him. Deadpan. Lips pressed together. Emotionless. But on the inside, I was fucking pissed. Fuck you, I thought. An emotional response, absent any logic, to a doubter of my work ethic.
“I know you are documenting weight and macros and data, and all that stuff’s great. But you need to be writing about this story.”
I interjected, indirectly.
“Alright Gary, chin ups. Eight reps, let’s go” in a voice that masked my inner rage.
But he was right.
I was wasting it.
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