Becoming a powerlifter taught me to be fearless. Then a serious injury from lifting, followed by surgery and the loss of my beloved sport taught me to respect my own limits. One of the most painful parts of the experience was losing that bad-ass sense that I could do anything; after all, I got hurt precisely because I didn’t think it could happen.
Since then, I’ve carried that little bit of fear into everything I do. I know I’m strong–really strong–but I also know I could be re-injured at any time. It’s a nasty cognitive dissonance: I want to prove to myself that I’m still capable of epic feats of power and skills, but constant fear pulls me back   … More
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