It’s not like being an ‘emo’ or something like that, but I have a hard time taking the punches of a failed workout. And today, I was just pitiful.
As I walked out the weight room some hours ago I felt like putting a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. I felt anger, disappointment, grief. I was at my worst. I try not to think about it, but not being able to do 5 reps at 70% of my 1RM just drives me crazy.
I guess it’s just one of those days, huh. To everyone who ever felt like this, I know what it’s fucking like.