An empty weight room is a beautiful sight. Cold steel, beams, bars, and various weights surround the area. With no music playing, before training sessions begin, one can immerse themselves in the rare moment of solace. Visualizing how many people have stepped foot in the room, accomplishing great feats while striving for more. Then taking time to reflect upon their own ambitions within the concrete walls, and how they can use the tools that surround them to be a better person, coach, athlete, and mentor.
Freedom. It screams freedom. In an empty room creativity is allowed to roam carelessly, unabashedly. Thoughts flow between the dumbbell handles, cares float between the racks, and worries are asked to leave through the front door. The mind soaks in the calm, appreciating the moments, preparing for the tempest to come.
Deep breath in, long exhale out. The ability to do that in an empty room is freedom to me.