I used to spend upwards of $300 a month on various memberships with the idea that I would somehow get healthy. In those days, my goal was to work up to a 500 lb. Deadlift.
I hit 300 when my knees decided they had enough.
Today’s gym is the local rec center. It’s $18 a month and a location is a block from my house. All of the equipment has seen vastly better days, nothing is ever put away correctly, but it’s usually empty and fine enough to sneak in a quick lift.
Some people will meditate or go for a walk or play a video game – just something to break up a day, find the focus, finish things out. Lately, I’ve been keen on doing a deadlift. Just one. As heavy as I can make it.
Safely picking up something heavy requires removing a lot of other crap.
I’m not thinking about work or reports.
I’m not thinking about writing or stories.
I’m not thinking about anything other than keeping core tight, back straight.