Louisville based travel, food and adventure writer, bourbon enthusiast, and fan of the 313. Have dogs, will travel.
During my short-lived powerlifting career, my focus shrank to the pursuit of numbers that told me how strong I was. A scrap of paper on my fridge reminded me daily—as if I needed reminding—that I needed to bench press my bodyweight, and squat and deadlift 200 pounds before the year was over. Were those things good for me? Would they serve any higher purpose? It didn’t matter. I wanted to be strong, and nothing else could get in the way.
“Wish I weren't judging a cocktail contest tonight,” I recently whined on Facebook. The almost immediate comeback from a clever friend: “Said nobody ever.”