Its a short and sweet piece that I randomly wrote. I seriously need to work on my writing. Hopefully the random practices combined with the feedback will help improve it.
Here we go:
What has weightlifting taught me?
I would love to come with a touching story about how it transformed my life, or saved my confidence, but it didn't.
It reflected my character, and most importantly, what I was made out. Over the years, it became my sanctuary, a constant in life. As a great weightlifter said, "two hundred pounds will always be two pounds." It does not lie, it isn't like the teachers who praise you or the assholes who makes you feel insignificant, it conveys a sense of realism in this chaotic world.
What has all of this result in? Well I am certainly not an expert, hell I am borderline an intermediate lifter. But what I do is never give up. Weights showed me my persistence.
Never, ever give up. When you get demolished by a weight, there's two things you can do: cry and whine like a baby and come up with a plethora of excuses, or you could actively search for a solution. This positive thinking may have caused the rise in my gpa. Who knows, maybe it was some other factor. I do what I love for the hell of it, I will take the plunge and follow my passion of nutrition, fitness, economics, and human physiology.
Thank you for taking the time to read it!