[quote]WS4JB wrote:
Alarm went off at 6:15 AM FUCK
Mondays and Tuesdays are usually my weekends, I work wed-sat, and then usually end up picking up shifts on my days off anyway, but this time I kept my days open, I had friends coming in town to visit Kings Island with me for a couple days. They came in late last night, we watched a movie, they had some beers, I went with a diet cola because I knew I would be training in the morning.
We stayed up talking like friends who have known each other for 22 years usually do, by the time I got to sleep it was around 3 in the morning. Setting that alarm for 6:15 was painful to do, I asked if my buddy wanted to come train with me in the morning, but he said no, he’s done playing sports, ran some track in college, but no, thats no part of his life anymore.
Alarm goes off, yup, its 6:15 in the morning, if I’m gonna get this shit done today then it starts now.
I roll over and slap the alarm off the table, then blindly reach for a water bottle, and 2 tabs of caffeine, soon I am functional enough to wander into the kitchen.
2 scoops of whey, and a shot of wheat grass and I am awake enough to log on to T-Nation. I click on my “Hub” to read a few words that I’ll often read over before a training session.
"No offense, but you're not one to speak, or one to speak from experience. I don't think any serious lifter would be envious of your physique. Again, I mean no offense by this statement. I do not wish to get into an e-battle"
"another mistake could be working out for 3 years, and not looking like you lift weights unless you're wearing a medium size t.shirt"
Insults from the internet. Nameless people who I will never meet, but they still hit a nerve.
You don’t like the progress I’ve made in my time here, well you know what, Fuck you.
iPod was stolen yesterday, and the music they play at the gym is just awful, I have on multiple occasions heard Britney Spears “Everytime” minutes within going for a PR, not gonna happen today.
So I go downstairs and just cut the music off in the free weight room. I’m the only one here this morning, and Ill lift in silence before I listen to that bullshit.
I’m starting to hit that sweet spot. Weights I thought I would hit for 2-4 are going up for 6-8. Top sets leave me thinking, “Ya know, I think I can slap at least a dime on each side”.
I will never look like a competitive bodybuilder, I was asked recently by a few co workers if that was my end goal, if thats why Im constantly there at 6 in the morning, when they bitch and moan about having to show up at that time to get paid, and I show up for free, and to put myself through the pain of a workout none the less.
If I was to step on stage at 4% bf it would look awful. I’ve got no calves to speak of, I’ve got weak insertion points in my arms, I’m barrel chested and I’ve got freakishly long legs for a guy that is barely 5"10.
But that doesnt mean shit to me, its probably better that I know this. Want I want is simple, to be strong as hell, the kind of strong that makes other guys in the gym look down and suddenly feel like somebody stole their balls and everybody can tell. And to do it while being lean enough that when I walk around in public I get dirty looks from fat people.
That last part happened today a few times. BTW, wow this country is fat. Really hits ya when you see big crowds.
I will never look like a competitive bodybuilder, but Im starting to see traces of Bodybuilder in my reflection from time to time, glimpses of things that could turn out good, some with a chance at really good.
Today should not have been a good workout. I was high on stress, low on sleep, I had only had about 400 calories, no carbs but my pre workout Surge, and was lifting without music for the first time in half a year.
But none of that made a difference, the alarm went off at 6:15, and it was time to go to work, so I did.
–JB[/quote]
That’s cool how you did really well despite minimal sleep and not eating enough. I always wonder why that happens. I’ve hit PRs on two hours of sleep, but today I felt great and did horrible. Ever wonder why that happens?
oh wells.