Atlas shrugged…
That is kinda where my mood and my lifts were this morning. I have read a lot in the past few days from guys my age and a little younger who seemed concerned about what “down the road” will allow. How many years they have left of lifting… at what point does the point of diminishing returns arrive…
Here is my thought on that. I get up most mornings an unmotivated, tired, aching old man. Life has had its way with me. The Marines had their way with me. There is not an area on the left side of my body that at one time has not been broken, seperated, sprained, cut, opened up, or blown. My joints usually bitch like my ex-wife and mostly my disposition is nasty as fuck… but I always pull my head out of my ass and go lift. This racket saved my miserable life in more ways than one. I was 300#'s plus and on the verge of a coronary and wasted 18 years on a woman that dumped all over me every day and nearly sent me to prison over another waste of human flesh. The iron is my salvation… It brought my self respect back to my feet and all I had to do was pick it up and put it back on. I am an old man by the standards of some but you know what? Who gives a rats ass…
I go into that gym every day and I mostly see the future of this country standing around like it’s a friggin social club. Most are more interested in whats on ESPN on the wall or what estrogen is walking through the front door. Most don’t care about training, they grab a bar and throw as much friggin weight on it that they can lift with bad form and still high five their worthless spotter… Every day I fight to get in on stations because the person who set it up and hung their flag, is off blowing smoke up the ass of some other wannabee and I have to chase their sorry ass down to work in… if the inconsiderate ass will let me. I lift most days like a mad man… I lift till my body says no more but my mind says one more. I lift because my mind grows faster than my body… IT is why I know that the day I quit will because of me, not age or someone else… me…
But…
Thats ok. I do this for me. I lift to live… I lift because it has given me a better quality of life than I had a couple years ago and along the way I have met some pretty cool, committed individuals, most of which probably need to be committed… institutionalized that is… for what we do to our body every day and the subsequent pain it brings… Pain is growth… physically, mentally, and spiritually… as long as I have the ability to keep swimming in this fountain of youth, that point of diminishing return gets further away, not closer… so screw the wannabee’s… screw Father Time… Go fuck with someone else… I am busy… I don’t have the time or inclination to worry with you… this country has become weak, because it’s people have taken stress to new heights… financially, emotionally, and personally… everyone is worrying about shit they mostly have no control over and yet the important things go uncontrolled. Most stress I see in people is self induced… fucking stop it… get your shit together and take care of business and business will take care of itself. Stop worrying about life down the road and start living life today… in the moment… right now… Happiness is a fucking decision. Make it so…
oh, the shrugging thing… Romo lover is a strong, independent woman and I love her like I have never loved another, but she has this little streak… I need a strong shrug because I think it is a movement I will get plenty of practice at…
Thursdays weak effort
Warmup
Stretching
Rev Pec Dec - 100 x 20 x 3 sets
Standing Military Press - 95(12), 95(10), 135(8), 155(6), 155(4), 185(1)
Triset
Side Lat Raise - 25(8), 30(8), 35(8)
Front BB Raise - 50(8), 60(8), 70(8)
Bent DB Rear Delt - 35(8), 40(8), 45(8)
HS Iso Pulldowns - 200(8), 250(8), 300(8)
HS Iso Seated Press - 150(12), 200(10), 250(4)
Bosu Crunch - 50 x 3 sets
Military press is slowly coming back… I really want to feel that 225 press… maybe when I grow up…
Have a great day gang
