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The Weight We Carry Isn’t Always Physical

We chase abs, not awareness. Reps, not reflection.
But one fine sweaty morning, in a gym that smelt like Dettol and dreams, I realised something wild — I wasn’t building a body, I was battling my own mind.

Now don’t get me wrong — I love a good pump. That tricep vein? Poetry. But somewhere between counting sets and dodging mirrors, I stumbled upon a strange thought: “What if lifting weights was just a metaphor for lifting the damn emotional baggage I never packed?”

Sweat, Silence, and a Slap from Life

“Bro, how much you lift?”
That’s what the new guy in the gym asked me.
“Just enough to keep the madness at bay,” I smiled.

He looked confused. I didn’t explain. Because how do you tell someone that every rep you push isn’t about the weight — it’s about you?

It all began after a long break. Life had thrown its usual tantrums — heartbreak, debt, back pain, self-doubt, and too many motivational reels. I returned to the gym one quiet Tuesday, hoping to sweat out the chaos.

The gym was half-empty. My old trainer, Ramesh bhai, now wore glasses and wisdom. He looked at me, nodded, and said, “Back to the battlefield?”

“Yeah,” I replied, “but this time I’m fighting myself.”

He didn’t laugh. Just handed me a pair of dumbbells.

And so it began.
Day after day, I lifted more than metal. I lifted anger. Insecurity. Shame. Memories I had no business carrying anymore.

Each curl was a mantra. Each squat, a confession.

Muscles are Built. Minds are Rebuilt.

There’s a saying in Indian philosophy: “Shariram adyam khalu dharma sadhanam” — The body is the first tool of dharma.

Now read that again. Slowly.

We forget that the body is not the end goal, it’s the vehicle. Fitness isn’t about being ripped. It’s about being resilient — inside and out.

And just like muscles, the mind needs resistance to grow.
You fail. You fall. You shake. But you rise — not because it’s Instagram-worthy, but because something deeper calls you.

The ancient yogis weren’t gym bros, but they were shredded in their own way — holding asanas for hours, mastering breath, conquering ego.

Modern-day gym? Same battlefield, different tools.
Barbells instead of malas. Protein shakes instead of ghee.

Pain is the Guru You Avoid Until You Can’t

Let’s be honest — no one wants pain. But without it, there’s no gain.
Not just bicep gain. Life gain.

Every moment you feel like quitting, every drop of sweat, every grunt — it’s spiritual training. Discipline is devotion. Endurance is meditation in motion.

We talk a lot about mindfulness.
But have you ever tried doing a 90-second wall sit without letting your mind scream, curse, or quit? That’s real mindfulness.

Why It Matters in This Crazy, Hyperconnected, Low-attention-span World

In a world where everyone’s comparing abs and algorithms, we need to reclaim fitness as a sacred practice — not just a social flex.

Because here’s the truth:
You can’t have a strong body with a weak mind.
And you can’t have peace with a passive spine.

Whether you’re a tech bro, a tired mom, or a guy trying to outlift his past — this journey is yours. And it’s not about the six-pack. It’s about the stillness in your heart when you realise — you didn’t give up on yourself today.

Practical Takeaway: Fitness for the Soul

1. Add Mindfulness to Your Reps: Between each set, take a breath. Feel your body. Ask yourself: What am I really working through today?
2. Journal Your Workouts: Not just numbers, but emotions. “Felt anxious. Pushed through. Felt lighter.”
3. Switch Your Playlist Sometimes: Ditch EDM. Try Indian classical, Sanskrit chants, even silence. Let the space talk to you.
4. Treat Recovery as Ritual: Foam rolling, stretching, sipping herbal tea — it’s not just recovery, it’s restoration.
5. Talk to Your Trainer Like He’s a Therapist: (But cheaper.) Share your goals beyond the gym. Make your transformation human, not just physical.

The Gym is a Temple, If You Let It Be

You know, they say you meet God in stillness.
But I think sometimes, He shows up between sets too. Right when your legs shake, your breath trembles, and your mind says “Give up.”
But you don’t.

That’s where the divine hides. In discipline. In discomfort. In that small voice that says, Keep going. You’ve got this.

So next time someone asks, “Why do you work out?”
Just smile and say, “To make peace with my demons. And maybe get better calves.”

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