Caged Animal. You haven’t seen many posts of me training in the gym since I injured my lower back in early August, right before a big competition. I was angry. Frustrated. Felt captive due to my body’s limitations. But I’ve still been training. About a week after the injury, I was back at the gym, slowly working my way back to 100% health. Wounded Animal. After the anger came some sadness. I felt a bit timid. I was a bit like a wounded animal. Moving slowly. Afraid. Maybe a little fear in my eyes. But perseverance and fight, still in my heart. Albeit they rested there quietly. The truth is, I had been killing it in the gym. Until the injury. Then my confidence became shaky. And doubt weaved it’s way intricately into my mind and rested there. Briefly. Uncaged. Free. In the hunt. Now. Now I’m making my way back. Eyes focused. Mind ready. Body worked. Heart fierce, and intensely connected to it all. We all fall down. Numerous times. And we get back up. The important part of it all is...