In the gym today, I found myself struggling with one of the exercises. While normally, I start flagging towards the end of a set, today, I was struggling almost from the time I started. “All your fault for being so irregular”, I chided myself and somehow finished the sets.
It was only while putting the dumb-bells back that I noticed that I had picked up the 9-kilo weights instead of the 6-kilo that I normally use. No wonder it had been so difficult!
Which set me thinking- how many of our limits are real, and how many are self imposed?
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
The photograph was taken off the internet- I look nowhere near as good as that Goddess does.