”Hey let's go. Give me another push-up, keep going” dad yelled while we trained.
Days like this I hated but now while I performed the same workouts in silence. I realized just how much I missed those yelling matches, his voice now just a memory pushing me to go harder.
“Get your head in the game Red, stop getting distracted and give me another 100 jumping jacks” the memory played in my head
The only sound left in the gym was my breathing while I finished the 100 jumping jacks.
“Ok, time to go home” I said to myself, no dad to hear me.
Time to get back to an empty house, shower, eat or not then off to sleep. Tonight I just want to get to bed as soon as possible.
Training with him are my strongest memories, dad didn’t care for much outside of training. Now 2 years later, I still hate training but I do it just so I can hear his voice in my head. Cheering me on and during those times I don’t feel so alone.
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