I want to look good naked for my wife.
i like to beat up people
To not be such a fat fuck, and also to be able to lift heavy stuff at will with ease.
There’s just so many health benefits from lifting and being in shape… so all of those, plus the aesthetics and usefulness of it all.
[quote]PimpBot5000 wrote:
I enjoy lifting weights.
Seriously, that’s it.
I wish I could write some overly poetic shit about clouds of chalk dust, bleeding shins from deadlifts, jealous stares from people eating Eskimo pies…but no. I just like it. [/quote]
This man, it’s one of my favorite parts of the day.
This shit is so simple, and PB5K is right, I just like it.
nothing compares to it.
My nickname used to be “skinny kinny”. NOT ANYMORE.
I like the attention i get from girls and grown men that are smaller than me.
I would still lift if i lived on an island for the rest of my life.
One of the few things where I piss myself off to accomplish something, and I enjoy being stronger then all my friends.
Pretty simple for me really…
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Athletic Performance.
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I get even more attention from females.
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Stress mitigation.
The one thing that keeps me going back : I really fuckin’ love it!
Im half way to my Masters degree in industrial engineering. having 6-8 exams every semester, i usually stay at school for 10-14 hours every day including weekends. Only breaks i get is eating my pre-made meals, and training. When im lifting i don’t think or even care about school, economy, drama, stress. I simply lift.
Its the highlight of my day. My off-days often feel like they have no meaning.
I feel like its a part of my life that i can actually control. It fuels me. It makes me want to stand defiant against everything else in my life. Refuse, resist, never fucking surrender.
It started for football, but continued for looking good. Now it’s mostly stress relief (getting a PhD in biology sucks) and for getting stronger for the Highland Games.
Survival. When I get in the ring (Muay Thai) I don’t want to get killed, so I train to survive and win another battle.
Plus anyone can look normal or average, but only bad asses can be big walking mountains of manly muscle.
[quote]Defiance wrote:
The one thing that keeps me going back : I really fuckin’ love it!
Im half way to my Masters degree in industrial engineering. having 6-8 exams every semester, i usually stay at school for 10-14 hours every day including weekends. Only breaks i get is eating my pre-made meals, and training. When im lifting i don’t think or even care about school, economy, drama, stress. I simply lift.
Its the highlight of my day. My off-days often feel like they have no meaning.
I feel like its a part of my life that i can actually control. It fuels me. It makes me want to stand defiant against everything else in my life. Refuse, resist, never fucking surrender.
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YES! i’m a second year mech eng PhD student and i know exactly what you mean.
It keeps me focused and teaches me how to master my mind. Plus, I really like banging some weights around and how good it feels to get stronger.
You know that feeling when you’re deadlifting and it’s right above your knees, but the bar starts slipping, your legs begin to shake, veins exploding in your arms, and then everything slows down. Nothing at that point matters anymore except for pulling that weight the extra few inches. No one is there to help you, not your friends not your family. Nothing but you.
If you drop it, it’s your fault, if you pull it, it’s because of you. And you reach down and get those last few inches, lock it out and then the feeling of complete euphoria that hits you. Every protein shake, every day at the gym, every party skipped to lift, every fucking can of tuna…yet it was all worth it. Because at that moment, you never feel more alive.
Yea, that.
[quote]Irish Pride wrote:
You know that feeling when you’re deadlifting and it’s right above your knees, but the bar starts slipping, your legs begin to shake, veins exploding in your arms, and then everything slows down. Nothing at that point matters anymore except for pulling that weight the extra few inches. No one is there to help you, not your friends not your family. Nothing but you.
If you drop it, it’s your fault, if you pull it, it’s because of you. And you reach down and get those last few inches, lock it out and then the feeling of complete euphoria that hits you. Every protein shake, every day at the gym, every party skipped to lift, every fucking can of tuna…yet it was all worth it. Because at that moment, you never feel more alive.
Yea, that.[/quote]
Fuckin’ right yea that…I remember a few years ago I was deadlifting in my basement and my son walked in just as I was starting a new PR. I did one rep and I was so shocked I did it, I went for another rep. Dumb idea but it was like my adrenal gland took over. The lockout on the second rep was hell. My son said the look on my face was priceless. Shock, relief and pride all rolled into one…yea that indeed lol.
[quote]bond james bond wrote:
Fuckin’ right yea that…I remember a few years ago I was deadlifting in my basement and my son walked in just as I was starting a new PR. I did one rep and I was so shocked I did it, I went for another rep. Dumb idea but it was like my adrenal gland took over. The lockout on the second rep was hell. My son said the look on my face was priceless. Shock, relief and pride all rolled into one…yea that indeed lol.[/quote]
Ha I remember when I hit 405 for the first time, I must have screamed/grunted pretty loud and I remember just standing there holding it after locking out and this cute blonde sorority girl was looking at me with disgust. The blood running down my shins probably didn’t help.
I prefer self-worth over self-satisfaction.
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Strength Increase
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Size Increase
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Theraputic
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Testosterone Rush
This is all the motivation I need.
If I’m ever in a situation like the Uruguayan soccer team back in the 70’s and I end up dying while trying to help/protect/save my friends/family, I want to leave a big corpse with some sizeable cuts of meat from my traps to my quads. Morbid? Maybe. Useful? Definitely. 'Cuz you never know, ya know?
Other than that, the old standby ‘to be a fucking beast monster’ pretty much sums it up.
It’s my anti-drug. Some people have therapists, I have weight that says, “you can’t lift me.”
To which I so eloquently respond, “Fuck you, watch me.”
And it gives me convo material to shoot the shit with all you shmucks on the internetz.