When my grandpa (construction kinda guy), sat down next to me asked me to touch his Biceps.
Then i noticed how my dad’s back seemed to stand out. (my dad is a mechanic. Big forearms; and hes always moving tires around and heavy ass equipment with Rowing movements and Deadlifting movements).
oh and when my dad arm-wrestled grandpa. and their arms didn’t budge for a few minutes.
For my 15th birthday I got a pair of impossibly heavy 25 pound hex dumbells from the sporting goods store. I would turn up the Rocky music on my headphones and curl those bad boys with all my might.
I was in grade 10 on the football team, and i remember it like it was yesterday, i got crushed by a friend who was always bigger and better than me at sports, mind you this happened in practise. From that point on i decided to lifts weights and finally go from a 5’9" weakling to something impressive.
By grade 13, i had a bench of 265 (i dont my other stats, i was young), and was the captain of the football team. One of the greatest accomplishments in my life thinking back on it, havent put weights done ever since. Im in 4th year university now.
I hate the iron, I hate it’s coldness and unforgiveness. I want to conquer it and in doing so make myself both mentally and physically strong. When it finally enables me to be what I need to be I will love it.
Before I was born, I was curling my umbilical cord in my mom’s womb.
I am better than everyone…
But seriously. This past July, I don’t know what and I don’t know why. It just happened, haven’t looked back a second. Gonna be on stage in 2 years hopefully.
[quote]cleansnatch wrote:
Do any of you remember the very first time you decided that you wanted to start lifting weights? The actual moment where you said to yourself…“this is for me!”. Not the reason you decided to start lifting weights. We all know what those are; more muscles, chicks, beat up local bully, chicks, etc.but the actual moment or event that solidified it into your brain that you wanted to lift big iron.
Personally, my iron epiphany was at the YMCA in Youngstown, Ohio in the mid 70’s. I was an awkward doofus teenager and I had wandered into the massive weight room of the Y. The blaring heavy metal music, gigantic men, weight plates, and clouds of chalk put a spell on me that I have never been able(nor cared to)shake.
I was wondering if anyone else can remember the pivotal moment that shifted them to the weight lifting universe and out of the orbit of ordinary men? Any stories out there that you care to share? [/quote]
[quote]Makavali wrote:
pittbulll wrote:
Makavali wrote:
When I saw my avatar.
I met Frank Zane some where around 1982 or 1983 in Boardman Ohio
You lucky SOB. What was he like?[/quote]
He was about was about 6 foot tall, was not huge, but he was large. I think what impressed me most was he was extremely cut and very limber and fluid in movement
[quote]pittbulll wrote:
Makavali wrote:
pittbulll wrote:
Makavali wrote:
When I saw my avatar.
I met Frank Zane some where around 1982 or 1983 in Boardman Ohio
You lucky SOB. What was he like?
He was about was about 6 foot tall, was not huge, but he was large. I think what impressed me most was he was extremely cut and very limber and fluid in movement
[/quote]
And my friends wonder why I’d rather look like him than Coleman or Ruhl.