This goal has slowly begun getting lodged in my head again lately. I had a dream about it last night, even.
My fears? That it’s another fleeting passion, or that I’ll fail.
The counter? Training for loaded carries, especially a 400-fucking-pound one, will get you beastly strong if done with fervent focus. And even if I don’t succeed, attacking something like that can be personally glorious.
I’ll ruminate on it a little more.