I was talking with a woman the other night that I have never met. I have only seen a pic of her and she has no idea what I look like. We have "mutual friends." I have talked to her on the phone just a few times about different things that we do and people that we know in school.
After my Nationals I spent a lot of time in and out of the hospital having tests run and such. About a week went by and she called again to say hello and to see how my contest went. I told her about me getting sick and of course I got the general response..."I am so sorry to hear that, are you going to be ok?".
Well, my doctors, cardiologist included, suggested that I not be lifting much less trying to compete anytime soon. I know the consequences...I know them.
I tried to explain to her that I love this sport and I am "injured" so to speak. I also can not quit. It is something that I love and I can not stop.
She asked me..."Clint, it it worth dying for? Is training in this sport and competing worth dying for?"
My response was a little shocking to myself and to her...
"Well it sounds strange but yet, it is worth dying for. I do not know if I could even breathe tomorrow if I could not lift anymore. I do not know if I could even live. I might just cease to breathe and exist if I was not allowed to train anymore... Yes, yes any love that I have is worth dying for."
I don't love very much in my life but the few things that I do actually LOVE deep in my heart...I would die for...completely.
Would you?
B True
After my Nationals I spent a lot of time in and out of the hospital having tests run and such. About a week went by and she called again to say hello and to see how my contest went. I told her about me getting sick and of course I got the general response..."I am so sorry to hear that, are you going to be ok?".
Well, my doctors, cardiologist included, suggested that I not be lifting much less trying to compete anytime soon. I know the consequences...I know them.
I tried to explain to her that I love this sport and I am "injured" so to speak. I also can not quit. It is something that I love and I can not stop.
She asked me..."Clint, it it worth dying for? Is training in this sport and competing worth dying for?"
My response was a little shocking to myself and to her...
"Well it sounds strange but yet, it is worth dying for. I do not know if I could even breathe tomorrow if I could not lift anymore. I do not know if I could even live. I might just cease to breathe and exist if I was not allowed to train anymore... Yes, yes any love that I have is worth dying for."
I don't love very much in my life but the few things that I do actually LOVE deep in my heart...I would die for...completely.
Would you?
B True