That about sums up my reasons too.
I want to look good naked. I want to perform well when riding mtn bikes, skiing, and when moving around the mtns in general. I want to injury proof myself as much as possible so when I wrap myself around a tree, Huck to splat, or tomahawk I don’t get “seriously” injured.
I hope you don’t ride a mountain bike naked. It sounds painful, all that chafing, and slapping about.
I am not always motivated to lift, so I’m gonna say what the reasons for me lifting are, regardless of motivation.
I lift weights because I want to change my body. I want to be big, enough to impress people. And I want to be strong—strong enough that if I walk in a crowd, I can reasonably assume that I’m stronger than just about everybody around me.
I lift weights because it gives a direction to my life. Not because I wouldn’t know what to do or where to go without, but because I like what kind of direction it gives my life. Because seeing yourself get stronger before your eyes trumps everything else. It’s literally observing your body respond to the effort you put in, mentally and physically.
Because now that I saw what training does to a person, I could never un-see it and go on with my life without training.
Because I want to be healthy and strong even when I get older.
Not least of all, I lift weights because it’s now a habit. It’s the norm. Enough that getting to the gym and training is second nature, so it would feel unnatural not to lift weights.
If I really had to look for something that “motivates” me, here’s what I would say.
Getting to the gym and training to get better is, in a sense, reminding yourself that you’re alive. That no matter what your day might have been looked like and how many issues you had, you still made it to the gym to pay your duties. So whenever my body feels like it might be better to take the day off, I remind myself that I have a mission.
Am I going to let whatever material obstacle is on my path stray me away from my goal? No, that’d be like death before you actually die. Like accepting defeat against life. That may sound dramatic, but it’s what drags my ass to the gym every time and this mindset hasn’t failed me yet.
True story- I know two people who have gotten their sacks caught between the rear wheel and the frame. Don’t wear loose boxers while riding DH folks.
I’ve gotten some massive tire rash up my thighs, glutes and back from trying in vain to flip back and away from the bike as it dumps forward from either just flipping it over an obscured log or the rear shock unloading and launching wrong. So I can totally understand how that could happen.
Full suspension was a painful learning curve that I still haven’t actually gotten through.
Anyways-why I lift has been a long rolling list that changes right along with everything else in life.
When I was young, my father started an account which he put .50c per day in to. He stopped once I was an adult but I continued to do it.
This has gone into a frequently compounding interest account which now holds about 20k.
If I make it to 90, this will be worth around 200k.
I train because if I make it to 90 then I need to have enough movement and stamina to stoink the five 18 year old strippers I plan to hire plus pay for any medical interventions required to perform the act at that age.
I believe that would make me the first person to have sex with 5 people who are one fifth of their age*. This will be my legacy.
*Ignoring illegal acts
Legacy > Law
Have you ever heard of Silvio Berlusconi?
He be 80+ now. So he woulda hadta have been Bunga Bunga partying with 16 or younger. Did the maths
He was tried in court for having had sex with minors if memory serves me, so yeah
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