Another post about a work out. Well, that's not entirely true. It's more like a post about what happened afterward.
This evening, I pushed myself. Really pushed myself. My body's not felt this exhausted--this destroyed-- since I don't know when.
And then, after the final reps, I trudged up to the bathroom for stretching and a shower. As I moseyed by the bathroom mirror, I saw my reflection.
I walked up to myself, put my tired hands down on the counter, and looked him dead on in the face.
I opened my mouth, and he spoke. For the sake of preserving the sanctity of this personal moment with myself, I'm not going to recount exactly what he said. But I will try and paraphrase.
While I stared right into those Pacific Ocean-blue eyes, he said, "I love you."
And he smiled.
"I love you. No matter what you do, what mistakes you make, who you become, I will always love you. Always."
And the smile became, if possible, even more sincere.
Call me crazy, but I believe him.