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Damnit. Injured myself deadlifting (2nd time). This time my forearm. Having to seriously contemplate that I won't deadlift again.
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Which I hate, because I'm having to accept that even though I'm capable, eventually I won't be, and it's smarter to stop before that point.
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Being forced to give up something that I love. Makes me sad. Trying to remind myself that time keeps trundling on, and it's because of that.
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Did you ever have to give up something you loved doing, early?