I remember being called a “tooth pick” in high school. I remember being made fun of for being so narrow that if I turned sideways “I’d disappear”. I remember riding bikes around with some friends one day and some dumb ass joking around was saying “Oh I want to break something, oh I want to break that skinny kids neck!” I remember working at a store and having a girl who wasn’t probably no more than 100 lbs @ like 5"2 telling me how “small” I was.
I said fuck this shit, I started reading and even though I fucked up my first year some. I stopped eating like a pigeon. I’ve been actually talking more to the bigger guys lately @ gyms (and my B.O.I brothers) and learn as much as I can from them. I acknowlege it’ll take some more years to hit something impressive in my eyes. Yet I’ll be damned if I let myself down and become another person full of “What if?”
I really do it for myself. When nothing is going your way there is always weight to be lifted. Making yourself better everyday feels really really good. Get smarter, stronger, faster, etc.
But
-It’s cool to have “big” in front of your name.
-Being a beanpole my whole life it makes me feel warm inside when people say “move out of the way before goliath eats you”.
-Girls of course. Moms even more so.
-Great feeling going to your buddys house and you know his mom wants to bang you.
Too many reasons to count. Frankly, my motivation comes from internal and externals sources. It’s a way of fighting demons, improving myself and a way to stand out among others. Nothing else I can think of comes down to simply how bad you want it.
I feel great (mind and body) each day. When I miss 5-7workouts for whatever reason in a row, or even 2-3 sometimes…I feel shitty. I’ve always been athletic and always will be. I love doing it because its fun and beneficial to my health.