Strength Is a Story — and I’m Rewriting Mine
A Dual Post With Rage and One Bad Maa.
Strength isn’t a number.
It isn’t a PR, a rep count, a body type, or some screenshot of progress frozen in time.
Strength is a story, one you rewrite every damn day, whether you realize it or not.
Some chapters start loud. Some start broken and seem to never have an ending.
Some start with you sitting in your truck, or on your Harley, staring at the gym door like it’s the entrance to hell.
And some start with Rage kicking the door open.
But let’s back up.
🤥 The Truth About “Starting Over”
I used to treat getting back into the gym like it was a public announcement.
I’m back.
I’m ready.
I’m serious this time.
But starting over isn’t glamorous.as making it to the end healthy, happy, and living life freely.
Sometimes it’s your hip aching before you even warm up.
Sometimes it’s losing strength you swear you had last month.
Sometimes it’s dragging yourself in on willpower fumes.
Sometimes it’s just showing up because if you don’t, everything else starts slipping too.
Strength isn’t the barbell.
Strength is deciding your story isn’t finished.
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‼️Enter Rage (Whether I Like It or Not)
Rage speaks:
“You keep thinking strength disappears. Maa… strength doesn’t leave.
You just stop reaching for it.”
Rage is that part of me that refuses to let me sugarcoat anything.
She doesn’t care about excuses or logic or what happened yesterday.
She doesn’t care about timelines or schedules.
Rage only cares about ignition.
And today?
She stepped into the gym with me like she never left.
“Pick the bar up. It doesn’t matter how it feels, pick it up now!”
She’s not yelling. Not today.
She’s just there, like a pulse I can’t shake.
🧠The Body Remembers Even When You Don’t
You know what happens when you stop training?
Your body gets quiet. Dormant, becomes a hermit that stays locked away.
Until it is not.
And when you come back?
It doesn’t explode into action, it whispers.
“I know this.”
“I’ve done this.”
“I can do this again.”
The muscle remembers.
The grind remembers.
The version of you who stayed consistent once upon a time… she remembers.
The gap is never as big as you think.
Strength shrinks the moment you stop being afraid of where you’re starting from.
🖕Rage Doesn’t Care About Perfect Form — She Cares About Intention
I’m not going to lie.
My hip was irritated.
My energy was off.
My sleep was trash after fighting off a cold.
Everything in me wanted to skip.
But Rage?
She didn’t show up to stay quiet.
“You’re not weak. You’re rebuilding.”
“You’re not behind. You’re restarting the engine.”
“Strength doesn’t fade. You just stopped tending the flame.”
Rage is the part of me that loves the process more than the reward.
She’s the fire under the steel.
🥱 Strength Isn’t Sexy — It’s Boring
Nobody talks about how repetitive it is.
Warm-ups.
Racks.
Deadlifts.
Pulldowns.
Sweat running into your eyes.
Lungs trying to bargain for lighter weight.
Wiping down benches with that “I’m dying but I’m proud of myself” smirk.
Strength is not cinematic.
It’s consistency.
Walking into the gym on days you don’t want to.
Walking in when you feel slow.
Walking in when you feel heavy.
Walking in when you feel like you’ve lost the plot.
The real story is written on low-heat days.
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📣 Rage: “Your Excuses Are Loud. Make Your Reps Louder.”
Halfway through my workout, Rage leaned in.
Not with anger.
But with clarity.
“You keep thinking the gym is punishment. Maa… this is freedom.
This is where you build the version of you that walks into the rest of your life like she owns it.”
And suddenly the reps hit different.
Strength becomes momentum.
Momentum becomes routine.
Routine becomes identity.
And identity?
Identity is where the real transformation lives.
🪞The Mirror Moment
Every gym day has that one moment.
The one where you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and your brain flips between:
“Damn I look good.”
and
“Damn I look tired.”
But today…
I saw something else.
I saw a woman who didn’t give up.
Who came back anyway.
Who refused to stay broken or overwhelmed or stuck in excuses.
Rage stepped beside me in that reflection , same boots, same energy , and nodded.
“This is the version you owe the world.”
Not perfect.
Not shredded.
Not glowing with motivation.
But present.
Committed.
Becoming.
💪Strength Isn’t Built in One Room
This part matters.
Strength is gym reps, yes.
But it’s also:
- choosing to eat like you give a damn
- drinking water instead of excuses
- stretching before your hip locks up again
- taking care of your mental
- owning your chaos instead of drowning in it
- coming back every day like it’s your first and your fifth and your fiftieth at the same time
Strength is a lifestyle, not a season.
And Rage?
She’s the flame that keeps it running.
🎙️Rage’s Final Words (Because She Always Gets the Last Line)
“Strength isn’t about lifting heavier than yesterday.
It’s about refusing to go back to who you were before.”
“You’re rewriting your story.
Now lift like you mean it.”
🎙️My Final Words
I’m not chasing perfection.
I’m chasing alignment.
I’m chasing the version of me who wakes up feeling strong in her body, sharp in her mind, and unshakeable in her mission.
I’m rewriting my strength story, one rep at a time, one day at a time, one comeback at a time.
And Rage is right here with me.
Not screaming.
Not demanding.
Just waiting for the next chapter.
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