So, I trained Thursday night.
Did my first Mike Robertson workout, and not only is it different from what I’m used to, I went through a range of thoughts.
Foam rolling: yep, feels good. love this.
Warmup/activation: There’s no way all of this can be necessary.
first set: there’s no way this can be a workout
second set: fucking hell. I can, and have, done lunges with more weight than this. Jesus, I must be weak if it’s this hard to do them the right way. No, I’m not weak, I’m just imbalanced. Keep going, and I’ll get stronger.
third set: I never knew how weak I could feel doing bodyweight only exercises. Thank the deities I’m doing this now instead of 10 years from now or post injury.
I left the gym feeling good, like I’d just taken a huge step to becoming better and stronger. Then I realized it was 35 and raining. So I went to Denny’s for another Lumberjack Slam. No carrot cake this time.
I’ve been bitching about the mild show of 'tudes around here lately. I’ll tell ya, there’s room enough for mine and mine alone, so I hafta slap you wenches into line.
every. single. one. of. us. can find shit to ‘overcome.’ And while I’ll acknowledge that I may know a little more about your (T, im takin to u here) life than some of the others on here, rest assured that I’m not downplaying anything that’s happened to you, or to anyone else. I have intense respect for who you are as a person, and I hope I never have to find out how strong you really are.
Maybe it’s because the new year nonsense is dying down at work, or maybe I’ve inched a little closer to being a grownup, but I am getting SO sick and fucking tired of blessed people who look for excuses to complain, rather than celebrate.
Of the Powerful Women- none of us have cancer, missing limbs, or muscular disorders that keep us from lifting. We can afford gym memberships, or have the facilities at home to do what we need to do. We have the passion to work hard and the motivation to better ourselves. We have a forum through which we can congratulate, advise, and ridicule each other, all when necessary.
Who the fuck do any of you think you are when you talk about tiny numbers? Tiny relative to WHAT? Think about that honestly for a moment and then answer it yourself. All of us CAN be better tomorrow than we were yesterday. Take the negative, own it, then make it your sorry, whimpering little bitch, either by fixing it or working around it.
OH MY GAWD YOU HAVE ALLERGIES?!?!?! You also have access to doctors to diagnose and treat whats wrong. You have alternative medicine specialists at your disposal, whether or not your income allows it. You have options for other foods to eat, and the willpower to do whats best for you.
Your knee/wrist/hip/shoulder is bothering you? Wow. Damn good thing that your food, shelter, and that of your loved ones doesnt depend upon you being able to squat, bench, dl, and overhead press with perfection. Find a way to work around it or stop hitting the “submit” button. That’s exactly what you’ll be doing, submitting yourself to further Bear berating.
Yes, I complain on occasion as well. Who doesn’t? I’m the first person to tell myself, “Self, get down off your cross, use the wood to build a bridge, cry me a river, and get the fuck over it!”
Realize how lucky you are, at least every single time you walk in the gym, if not every waking moment of your lives.
