It hurt.
The light trickle of blood came out, rolled down my hands and wrists as I looked up at the pull up bar that stood there, chalked and still... all I thought about was "dammit! I still have another set."
It's interesting, I don't wear gloves when I work out...I know they help with slipping and grip, but the idea of going without gloves is to strengthen your hands and grip naturally and more effectively when you are working out. It's being naked.
What happens after time though? You build callouses.
Now callouses are interesting things. They are these raised up areas of skin that have developed due to continued stress and pressure...they can sometimes get so big that when stressed more, they tear off...and they hurt, or maybe I'm just a baby.
The interesting thing about callouses though are that they are built natural through a process of work- a process of pain and continued stress. Rubbing. A process of continued pushing. Callouses are symbols of work...of trial....and I'm not only talking about on your hands philosophers, I'm talking about on your heart.
Every break up, every loss, every trauma, every shake of your foundation, every disappointment, every experience, every laugh, tear or argument...adds to your callouses...builds your self and humbles you.
Accept your callouses on your heart as they tell your story, count your callouses on your soul as they tell your worth, and although painful....continue building your callouses in your life knowing that one day, they will be tore off again. Don't worry, that's what they're supposed to do.
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