My Inner Chuck

Lately I have found myself digging real deep to what I like to call, "my inner Chuck." See, Chuck was my personal trainer previously and he did something nobody had ever done for me. He pushed me until I thought I was going to die and then asked me to do one more. There was one weekend where he kept me for 2 hours on Saturday, but he didn't feel like we got enough done so he told me to come back on Sunday for free. He always made sure I was his last appointment so he could torture me as long as he wanted. I took 2 days off from the gym after that weekend because I could barely get out of bed. It was the best feeling ever. He challenged me and really believed in my abilities. I could just do what he told me and not think about it because I knew he would push me past my comfort zone, but he wouldn't kill me. I would focus on reps and hearing him count instead of thinking. I would breath and do just one more when my muscles were fatigued and I thought I would drop the weights because my muscles would give out. More than once, that happened. When I couldn't get up off the floor without help or when I would literally drop weight because my body was giving out, he would let me leave. He would always rub my shoulders a little bit, tell me how great I did, and then tell me, "No matter how bad it hurts now, it'll hurt worse in 2 days." Yeah. I loved Chuck. So now when I'm lifting weights and I feel my arm start to twitch a little bit, I summon my inner Chuck and tell myself just one more. I let weights down slowly on that last rep and hold it for a few seconds, because that's what he taught me. I push myself past my comfort zone every day. He taught me how to work out and what it means to quit over thinking things and trust that my body can do more than I give it credit for. Thanks Chuck!