In a world of constant distraction, shooting and weightlifting are two of the rare places where you can still be completely present. And its wonderful.
To outsiders, shooting probably seems like the least serene activity imaginable. You have this loud, deadly device in your hands. It explodes inches from your face, kicks back against you, and sends a projectile screaming downrange.
But once you get over all that, shooting becomes unbelievably peaceful.
At the range, your world becomes now. You settle your breathing. You watch the sights move and learn not to fight every tiny movement. You feel your grip, your stance, the pressure of the trigger. You let the sights settle, press the shot without disturbing the gun, then stay with them through recoil and recovery.
All of it demands that you be in the present, and that is incredibly calming.
There is no past. There is no future. There is no work BS, no notifications, no argument you had yesterday, no problem waiting for you tomorrow. There is only this breath, this sight picture, this trigger press, this shot.
You are just trying to put the bullet exactly where you want it, as cleanly and efficiently as you can.
Heavy weightlifting puts you in the same place. I mean getting underneath a heavy compound lift for five or fewer heavy reps.
You put your hands on the bar and immediately the world contracts again. This is going to be heavy. And once heavy becomes normal, there is something peaceful about that too.
There is nothing abstract about a heavy weight. You feel the knurling dig into your hands, the bar across your back, the pressure through your feet. You brace. You breathe. Every bit of force and concentration becomes clean and simple because it has one purpose.
Grug do full ugga. Rock goes up.
For those few seconds, nothing else exists. You cannot really worry about some BS tomorrow in the middle of a heavy lift. The load does not allow multitasking. There is no abstraction when full ugga and rock go up. The moment demands everything you have right now.
Then you lock it out. You got it. You rack the weight.
There is this wonderful little moment afterward when you realize you gave something your complete focus and hit the target, whether that target was a weight or a spot on a paper target at the range.
Maybe that is why both activities feel so satisfying these days. Modern life constantly fractures your attention. Shooting and lifting refuse to let it.
For a little while, you are not thinking about your life, planning your life, worrying about your life, or abstracting your life.
You are just livin' it, man.