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God dammit. This hobby, this sport, this lifestyle, can be some fuckin lonely at times. Its almost as if we exile ourselves from everyone in pursuit of our goals and dreams, only to reach them, and then set new goals, and are higher than the last. We continue to push ourselves towards something that is unattainable. I say this, because the truly driven will never be satisfied.
Along this road, we make so many sacrifices, and nobody understands. Take my typical weekend. Everybody is out parting and having a good time. What do I do? I sit at home, eating or catching up on my sleep, because I think that if I go out and party, then it will put a damper on my training, and I won’t be able to achieve the level of success that I want. Is it really gonna hurt me if I go out and party? Does it really matter to anyone that I can squat over 650, bench 425 and deadlift close to 600? NO. But it matters to me. And nobody will understand this. Nobody, except for the truly drive, that which pushes me to want to be able to squat over 800, bench 500 and deadlift 700. Not too many people will understand why I would continue to push myself, even after pretty serious injury to my back. I am I just fuckin nuts? Do I want to prove it to myself? Or am I using the doubts that others have as to my ability to come back from a slipped disk? Or is it a combination of all of them? I just don’t know. But whatever it is, it keeps pushing me.
Back to the whole sacrifices thing. I’ve blown so many relationships because of my drive to achieve my goals in the gym. I get the “you never have any time for me” and the “I don’t understand why you have to go to the gym all the time” or the “you never want to go out and do anything.” Fuck. They knew getting into it that I was serious about my training. They knew that I wasn’t going to give it up for them. What, were they thinking that maybe they could change me? That maybe I wasn’t serious lifting, and achieving things that seem impossible in the gym?
Friends….I’ve learned over the years that people are going to come and go. Its so hard to make friends with people that are outside of this lifestyle, and this is because they just don’t get it. They don’t understand why we have to go to the gym 4 plus days per week, why we eat the things that we do, and why we make the choice not to party. But once make friends with some Bro’s, everything changes. Sure, we sound like a bunch of meatheads when we are around each other, b/c we are always talking about training, getting stronger, or dieting. But who cares. We are like minded people. Its no different than someone who is into cars, and always talks about cars, and what they can do to make their car faster. Its just that so many people in the general population, has this mentality that people that make lifting their life, are not smart people. Should we say the same about the car enthusiast? Or the doctor who talks about his surgeries when he is outside of work? No. So why are we automatically looked down upon, and seen as idiots in the minds of many, because of the lifestyle that we have chosen? Its everybody else in the world who are the idiots. Its them who are going to be in bad shape when they are older because they didn’t make the choice to have a healthy lifestyle when they were younger, only to try and catch up with it when they are older, and already showing signs of aging at the ripe age of 35. FUCK ‘EM ALL, THAT’S WHAT I SAY.
Anyway, sorry for the rant. I don’t know what has gotten into me. I think that I’m in need of a vacation. I’ve decided that I need time off from the gym, b/c I have pushed myself extremely hard since January, and I’m not comfortable with taking time off. I know I need it, because I am beat up, and worn down. This next week is going to suck. I’m making myself stay out of the gym. Then after that, I am going to step away from my normal training for a few weeks. And then get back full swing of things by the end of June, beginning of July.
See you guys in a week.
Along this road, we make so many sacrifices, and nobody understands. Take my typical weekend. Everybody is out parting and having a good time. What do I do? I sit at home, eating or catching up on my sleep, because I think that if I go out and party, then it will put a damper on my training, and I won’t be able to achieve the level of success that I want. Is it really gonna hurt me if I go out and party? Does it really matter to anyone that I can squat over 650, bench 425 and deadlift close to 600? NO. But it matters to me. And nobody will understand this. Nobody, except for the truly drive, that which pushes me to want to be able to squat over 800, bench 500 and deadlift 700. Not too many people will understand why I would continue to push myself, even after pretty serious injury to my back. I am I just fuckin nuts? Do I want to prove it to myself? Or am I using the doubts that others have as to my ability to come back from a slipped disk? Or is it a combination of all of them? I just don’t know. But whatever it is, it keeps pushing me.
Back to the whole sacrifices thing. I’ve blown so many relationships because of my drive to achieve my goals in the gym. I get the “you never have any time for me” and the “I don’t understand why you have to go to the gym all the time” or the “you never want to go out and do anything.” Fuck. They knew getting into it that I was serious about my training. They knew that I wasn’t going to give it up for them. What, were they thinking that maybe they could change me? That maybe I wasn’t serious lifting, and achieving things that seem impossible in the gym?
Friends….I’ve learned over the years that people are going to come and go. Its so hard to make friends with people that are outside of this lifestyle, and this is because they just don’t get it. They don’t understand why we have to go to the gym 4 plus days per week, why we eat the things that we do, and why we make the choice not to party. But once make friends with some Bro’s, everything changes. Sure, we sound like a bunch of meatheads when we are around each other, b/c we are always talking about training, getting stronger, or dieting. But who cares. We are like minded people. Its no different than someone who is into cars, and always talks about cars, and what they can do to make their car faster. Its just that so many people in the general population, has this mentality that people that make lifting their life, are not smart people. Should we say the same about the car enthusiast? Or the doctor who talks about his surgeries when he is outside of work? No. So why are we automatically looked down upon, and seen as idiots in the minds of many, because of the lifestyle that we have chosen? Its everybody else in the world who are the idiots. Its them who are going to be in bad shape when they are older because they didn’t make the choice to have a healthy lifestyle when they were younger, only to try and catch up with it when they are older, and already showing signs of aging at the ripe age of 35. FUCK ‘EM ALL, THAT’S WHAT I SAY.
Anyway, sorry for the rant. I don’t know what has gotten into me. I think that I’m in need of a vacation. I’ve decided that I need time off from the gym, b/c I have pushed myself extremely hard since January, and I’m not comfortable with taking time off. I know I need it, because I am beat up, and worn down. This next week is going to suck. I’m making myself stay out of the gym. Then after that, I am going to step away from my normal training for a few weeks. And then get back full swing of things by the end of June, beginning of July.
See you guys in a week.
