Heart pumping, sweat running down the side of my face, and heavily breathing I sat. I gave my undivided focus to the task at hand. I laid back onto the bench, gripping the bar, fixing my hand placement. I pulled myself up to the bar and back down to stretch my chest. And then, I started. I yanked the bar straight off the rack, and slowly controlled the weight down to my chest. The bar lightly hitting my chest, then, started to drive up. I pushed, and yelled, and pushed, and yelled some more until I pushed the bar all the way up and racked it. This was the first time I had every bench pressed 135 pounds. This was the moment I fell in love with weight lifting. Ever since I was a little kid, I was always the one to get picked on for being overweight. …show more content…
My passion for lifting fuels my desire to become the strongest version of myself, metaphorically and literally. It has taught me to be responsible, dedicated, and motivate others around me instead of putting them down. Strength gains are personal achievements just as making a million dollars is. And if one can be dedicated to getting stronger day in and day out, then I know for a fact that that person has the potential to make their dreams come true. That is why I believe lifting to be more than me just throwing up a couple dumbbells or barbells to look physically more attractive. An interest? Yes, but I think weight lifting is something that defines me. It is what makes me, well me. Some people might say “It’s just weight lifting, I think you’re taking it too far”, but those are the people who still have yet to find that one aspect in their life that will stick with them until they die. And once they do, they will see that it’s not about the activity, but it’s about how you implement it into your life for your betterment, internally and/or