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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: Soul Crusher on March 28, 2013, 06:28:58 PM
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:)
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ifbb pro card
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Your mom, ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
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Vince Goodrums personal training webpage.
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I stopped training.
I just eat healthy and work outside doing farmer type stuff.
I look exactly the same.
Natural weight lifting = spinning your wheels in the mud. That US, after you get the gains from the first few years.
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I stopped training.
I just eat healthy and work outside doing farmer type stuff.
I look exactly the same.
Natural weight lifting = spinning your wheels in the mud. That US, after you get the gains from the first few years.
Training is fun, I would train anyway.
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Ok - in all seriousness and mother jokes aside - what motivates you to train?
1. Looking better?
2. Better functional fitness in life?
5. You like looking at little coolies on the stair master and treadmill?
Ran across this clip and this sort of sums it up - training makes dealing w shit a lot easier IMHO.
Looking and feeling better is the main goal...looking at the tight booties at the NYSC in Croton and Scarsdale doesnt hurt either ;D
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vagina
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I do not get why so many people say, "training natural is a waste of time." Dumbest thing I ever heard. Who ever said that everyone trains to look like Ronnie Coleman, and unless you looked jacked like him, its a waste. ::) ::)
Some people train because 1) they like to train, 2) they want to stay in shape and healthy, and 3) you will still come out with a decent build.
I mean, as long as you look better than Vince Goodrum, youre doing alright for yourself.
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No bullshit answer here.....after 38+ years, it's because it's become a habit, I don't look forward to it. It's become more of a job than a goal.
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im 37 and look forward to working out as much now as ever. I just love it. Better than anything else for me
Same here. I look forward to it. In fact, I am about to go down and train legs, squats, front squat, Stiff Legged Deadlifts and other leg exercises even though its pretty late already.
I love the challenge and the feeling of it all. The more difficult the better.
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natural man dont cut the cake in the real world of working out and pumping iron, yes that is true
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im 37 and look forward to working out as much now as ever. I just love it. Better than anything else for me
x2 I just love the gym lifting and feeling great. And the view is not bad either. I work out at a major University So theres always lots of young ladies to admire
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natural man dont cut the cake in the real world of working out and pumping iron, yes that is true
Yes, but youre disgustingly ugly. So all the working out wont fix that.
You fail.
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I look to god to get me through my workouts
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with cswol, the only thing which gives away that hes a hormone user are his red lobster skin from the 300-200bloodpressure and the very obvious oil reservoir in his "arms"
Yes, the oil in his arms is quite apparent, given his 12 inch forearms.
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Me personally - going to the gym after work is like my place of peace. Where else would I be w such benefit?
The home of Vince Goodrum?
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are you talking about getting your anus sledgehammered or weightlifting?
i cant tell, thx upfront for clarification :D
so what, to each their own,man.
Yeah, ok. Just because I don't enjoy training anymore, don't think for one second you can keep up, son!
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Just addicted to it plain and simple...
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To maintain atleast a decent physical shape, goal setting, adds variety to routine. You have 24 hours a day, you fill part of it with activity you enjoy in some way.
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nah, all good brother you gotta admit that was wide opening for a joke ;D
im a very lazy trainer, i do it mch like you, out of habit.
not like a pussy, but no full out 8)
i go before work.currently i dont go at all,really missing it, feeling like marshmellowman in the making :-X
Even though I don't enjoy it so much anymore, I still train hard and heavy. I just REALLY have tomotivate myself everyday. I hate the feeling of doing that.
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natural man dont cut the cake in the real world of working out and pumping iron, yes that is true
Listen up man. Go to the hospital immediately and get your blood work done, you are about to die. And get off all gear immediately, and start drinking 5 Gallons of water per day to flush out your toxified internal organs.
Just trying to save your life. You look like hell.
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Ok - in all seriousness and mother jokes aside - what motivates you to train?
1. Looking better?
2. Better functional fitness in life?
3. Hook ups (no homo) ?
4. You enjoy it and its better than softball or golf?
5. You like looking at little coolies on the stair master and treadmill?
6. Or something else?
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this: http://www.getbig.com/boards/index.php?topic=396401.0
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Even though I don't enjoy it so much anymore, I still train hard and heavy. I just REALLY have tomotivate myself everyday. I hate the feeling of doing that.
Is Sandra Bullock insanely hot in person?I just watched that movie with her and Ryan Reynolds and she looks bangin for nearly 50
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Is Sandra Bullock insanely hot in person?I just watched that movie with her and Ryan Reynolds and she looks bangin for nearly 50
Yes..she is.
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Just finished a BRUTAL Leg workout. 6 sets Speed Squats- 4 sets Squats- 4 Sets Front Squats-4 Sets Leg Extensions- 4 Sets Still Leg Deadlift- 4 Sets Leg Curls- 4 Sets Standing Leg Curls All done with 1 minute to 1 minute 30 max rest in between sets.
Can`t even walk. I`ll hit Legs again on Sunday-Heavy Day, Rest as long as I want to make sure I get Max Weights.
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nah, all good brother you gotta admit that was wide opening for a joke ;D
im a very lazy trainer, i do it mch like you, out of habit.
not like a pussy, but no full out 8)
i go before work.currently i dont go at all,really missing it, feeling like marshmellowman in the making :-X
Come on my friend. Get back in there! Quit waxing that Porsche and get back to it.
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Actually my entire life, (far away from my family, a stressfull job, a nuts breaking gf), motivates me to train.
its avoid me going nuts.
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Just finished a BRUTAL Leg workout. 6 sets Speed Squats- 4 sets Squats- 4 Sets Front Squats-4 Sets Leg Extensions- 4 Sets Still Leg Deadlift- 4 Sets Leg Curls- 4 Sets Standing Leg Curls All done with 1 minute to 1 minute 30 max rest in between sets.
Can`t even walk. I`ll hit Legs again on Sunday-Heavy Day, Rest as long as I want to make sure I get Max Weights.
Sounds great, I don't get it why so many guys don't like to train legs, the only impediment I can think of is if you have low back or neck pains. I got those but it only prevents me from going "heavy" (heavy for me :D) I still enjoy training legs, plus you look ridiculous when you only train the upper body.
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PUSSY... :D
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PUSSY... :D
exactly and i am a Dirty old man who likes young pussy... ;D
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I like the feeling of power. No how small it may be, it feels good. And I crave it.
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Live to 120 being fit and healthy.
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I like the feeling of power. No how small it may be, it feels good. And I crave it.
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She is motivated ;D
looks like she´s pregnant... :-\ fuck.. she is... :o
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I do it to look slightly more decent.
Also, to me it's still a very primal silly little measure of a man. Even when things have gone shitty, I can still get under the bar, and usually put on a decent show, and think to myself "Well you still got that going for ya".
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I can't imagine not lifting weights. Screw looks or competition, I just can't be weak. It would be an insult to myself.
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All things motivate. Primarily health.
The alternative, to not train, is to feel like shit. Not a good option.
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Work out simply because i enjoy too, its an escape from the day to day tasks of work, looking after the kids ect. I also believe it keeps the back healthy. After a few weeks of no back work start to get niggling pains from work.
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There are not many truths in life. But 400 pounds is always 400 pounds.
There are not many things that can relieve stress and get your mind off things then lifting weights. My mind can wonder when I'm fishing, but when I grip the bar to deadlift there's nothing else on my mind.
There are 3 things that make me happy. #1 Friends and family. #2 Achieving goals and self improvement. #3 Learning
All 3 of those are achieved when working out.
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The Iron by Henry Rollins :D
I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.
Completely.
When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me "garbage can" and telling me I'd be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn't run home crying, wondering why.
I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.
I hated myself all the time.
As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn't going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you'll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me hard time. I didn't think much of them either.
Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no.
He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn't even drag them to my mom's car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.
Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.'s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn't looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn't want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in.
Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn't know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.
Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn't say s--t to me.
It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn't want to come off the mat, it's the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn't teach you anything. That's the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you.
It wasn't until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can't be as bad as that workout.
I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn't ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you're not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control.
I have never met a truly strong person who didn't have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone's shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr.Pepperman.
Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.
Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body.
Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn't see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.
I prefer to work out alone.
It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you're made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it's some kind of miracle if you're not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.
I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.
Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.
The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it's impossible to turn back.
The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.
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I hate working out, so I am gonna say my narcissism
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You go to Scarsdale? I was there on Sunday! I'm now at WP NYSC since i moved my ofice to WP
once in a blue i go to the scarsdale one..but i mainly go to croton..but i like jumping around..i hear WP is just too crowded..thats the only one i have never been to
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I've read that Rollins piece before. It's pure beauty in it's heart felt emotion.
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I'm afraid of being small and scrawny... thats why I work out!
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My motivation for training is listed below in order of importance.
1. Pussy
2. My own vanity
3. Pussy
4. Health
5. Photographs of Arnold circa 1974
6. Pussy
7. Being in shape increases survivability during the zombie apocalypse
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The Iron by Henry Rollins :D
I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.
Completely.
When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me "garbage can" and telling me I'd be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn't run home crying, wondering why.
I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.
I hated myself all the time.
As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn't going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you'll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me hard time. I didn't think much of them either.
Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no.
He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn't even drag them to my mom's car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.
Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.'s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn't looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn't want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in.
Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn't know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.
Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn't say s--t to me.
It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn't want to come off the mat, it's the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn't teach you anything. That's the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you.
It wasn't until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can't be as bad as that workout.
I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn't ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you're not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control.
I have never met a truly strong person who didn't have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone's shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr.Pepperman.
Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.
Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body.
Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn't see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.
I prefer to work out alone.
It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you're made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it's some kind of miracle if you're not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.
I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.
Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.
The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it's impossible to turn back.
The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.
Thanks for posting!
My favorite part of my day is taking off my suit, putting on gym clothes, headphones, and getting to work.
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Thanks for posting!
My favorite part of my day is taking off my suit, putting on gym clothes, headphones, and getting to work.
No problem. Its a good read :)
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i'm most motivated when i look my personal best. this gives me the illusion that i'm seeing a return on investment and i'm compelled to invest more to get even more returns. however, this is all just a silly illusion. at my level it's all about drugs (and i've course diet, but i've had that nailed down since i was 13).
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Changed over time:
14-20 Didnt want to be a weakling
20-27 wanted to get babes (should have just worked on my conversational skills instead, lol) Then got married at 27
27+ endorphin high and the great feeling of being strong Never goes away. Just am more careful with weights to protect the joints.
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Being strong is cool. Muscles are cool. Always will be.