So, I know I'm nothing special, but damn I can't tell you how good it feels to know that I won a medal at the meet Saturday. That medal doesn't change anything in my day to day life, but just imagine yourself as a morbidly obese 22 year old who literally can't walk up a flight of stairs without having to sit down and rest afterwords to getting third place at your first weightlifting meet. I can honestly say it was one of the best feelings in the world. Like I've worked my ass off (literally), and it just feels good knowing that I can do things. I did cry in the bathroom at the meet, because I missed my brother. I know he would have been so dang proud of me. He thought I walked on water and would have been the first person to hug me when I got off the platform. I kinda thought after the first year it wouldn't hurt as much, but it still feels like it did the day he died.
There really isn't a ton going on with me lately. I've been reviewing my list of goals and scratching some off. Adding new ones. Right now a 40 kilo clean and jerk is on my radar, as well as turning 33 kilos in to something I can do unlimited reps with. I also want to skydive, bungee jump and run a marathon at some point in my life. I'm still working on learning sign language via youtube videos. So far I have the chorus to "call me maybe" almost down. Clearly I'm using my time wisely.
Well, that's all for now kids. Let's all cross our fingers and hope it never snows again.
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