[quote]pushharder wrote:
rondastarr wrote:
Wow, Push, I want to live where you live, it sounds beautiful
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you invited me once, now I might actually show up one day ;p
[quote]pushharder wrote:
I’ve been sittin’ out on the porch with my binoculars waitin’ for you to come up the lane…[/quote]
You been waitin’ for her to come…that I believe…but not up the lane…
I train because my father had his first heart attack at 45 and his second at 65, I train because my father is 80 lbs overweight, my mother, sister and brother also severely overweight.
I train because I want my kids to see a superhero when they see me, I train because I like telling my kids I can bench press 340 lbs and pick 400 lbs up off the floor, I train because I want my kids to be stronger and faster than me someday, but I don’t want them to be stronger and faster than me because I’m some fat-ass, heart attack survivor.
I train because all my married friends are fat asses who don’t give a damn what they look like since they’re already hitched, I train because I want to look hawt for She Say, I train because I like to hear from She Say that the young girls at the pool ogle me, I train because She Say returns my respect for keeping my body in good shape by keeping hers in good shape, I train because it helps give me stronger and more frequent erections.
I am not a biologist, but he may have been stalking you, better have the missus packing heat if she rides or walks in the woods alone(as well as yourself). And bring the dogs in at night if you arent doing that.
Wolves are mean, and if they arent afraid of you(like this one isnt) I wouldnt put it past one to kill you or your dogs for shits and giggles, much like a housecat would a bird, or a dog might to a herd of sheep(unless he is taught not to).
My dad grew up raising sheep, and he would have to go shoot the neighbors dogs, because they would run off then one dog would kill the whole herd if it could, just for fun. My dad, uncle or grandparents would usually shoot it in the act, its not like they would show up at the neighbors house and be like, “we think your dog killed our sheep.”
Edit: You probably know better than I what to do, but you just seemed to take it so lightly.
Why didn’t you go up and pet the wolfie, he’s so cute ^_^.
I originally started a few years ago because I was a fat, middle-aged mom with chronic back-aches and a growing list of other aches and pains. My goal was to stop the downward spiral into decrepitude.
My goal has gradually changed into becoming a bad-ass who can handle whatever life throws at me.
I’m not particularly speedy, but I am much stronger than the average female (of any age). If some guy tries to attack me, he’s going to be very, very sorry. I intend to use the element of surprise to strike hard and without hesitation.
I live in California, so I also want to be prepared in case of earthquake; either digging myself out of debris or helping someone else.
About a year ago there was a local story I couldn’t get out of my mind about a woman who died in a fire. The firefighters could see her on the other side of one of those high bathroom windows but they couldn’t get a ladder close to it for some reason, and she died because she couldn’t climb out of the window. If this woman had been able to do a single pull-up, she would have lived.
The simplest reason is because I can.
Like a painter or sculptor, I have this vision of beauty in my mind, this work of art that I can craft little by little. I might never get there, you never know what can happen in life, but I would be selling myself short if I didn’t at least try.
[quote]Xen Nova wrote:
that was a badass story.
I train for combat sports, to look good naked, to prepare myself for my later years, and to attract members of the opposite sex.
i am a wolf, i affliate with wolves, i intend on being the alpha wolf and staying the alpha wolf for quite some time.
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^Same deal.
I like how you brought up the story to your question.
[quote]pushharder wrote:
Defekt wrote:
pushharder wrote:
rondastarr wrote:
Wow, Push, I want to live where you live, it sounds beautiful
Wow. Somewhere in Canada?
Montana, right on the Canadian border.[/quote]
Yes, where I’ll be going on my next holiday, see you soon Push 
[quote]rainjack wrote:
I was playing golf up in Angel Fire, NM a few years back. I was lining up my second shot and was on the right side of the fairway while the other 3 guys in my 4-some were on the left.
So I’m about to address the ball when I hear everyone yelling. I look up to see them pointing and waving in my direction, so I turn around to see what they are evidently trying to get me to look at.
Then this bear comes sprinting across the fairway about 20 yards on front of me.
The golf cart is across the fairway, and about 20 yards behind me. I dropped my club and sprinted back over to the cart.
I think I let out a few squeals on the way.
It didn’t make me want to lift. It made me want to get the fuck out of there. I am from the fucking Panhandle of Texas. We don’t do bears. We don’t do wolves. A shit load of coyotes, and a few more than that of rattlesnakes is all we really need to worry about.
Nope - my wolf is in the form of an early death from a sedentary job. If I didn’t train, or make some sort of effort to stay in shape I would die a fat, greasy, miserable person.
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Hahahaha. To quote Wade Garrett… “Exactly right.”
I can’t stand it with the overblown hyperbole about weightlifting.
It’s a part of my life, a gigantic part. I lift or workout in some capacity every day… and I do it because it’s just good to be strong, and I hate being sedentary. Hell, the real reason deep in my psyche probably has something to do with always being in fights because I was shorter than everyone else. But that’s not my concern. I dig it, so I do it.
You boys keep training for your grizzlies if that’s what you like.
I do it for my peace of mind.
And by the way Push, your story pretty much just made me want to move to Montana (and that means a lot comin from a city slicker like me).
Sounds incredible.
Lifting weights and T-Nation changed my life. NO lie about it. When i first started, i was addicted to drugs, extremely depressed, about to drop college, and basically in a downward spiral into mediocrity… or worse.
But at some point, I said hey… this isn’t who want to be so I thought hmmm… what’s something i can try instead of doping up on drugs and moping in my dormroom, so i decided to lift weights and wow. The feeling of a good pump and the endorphins flowing through the body felt good and it kept me motivated.
Then in just a few weeks, i noticed that my physique was drastically changing and the way poeple treated me was different too. Then i found T-Nation, and if it weren’t for that, i don’t think i would have had the motivation to continue lifting the weights.
Weighlifting/training is both mentally and physically therapeutic for me. Since i’ve started, i’ve had more energy, more confidence, and if i didn’t start training, i don’t think i would have ever kicked the habit. Whenever i feel a lack of motivation, i can just look at an article by some of the great names here, and i muster up the will and just do it. I can’t think of anywhere else on the net that i can do that.
[quote]Xen Nova wrote:
Beowolf wrote:
To be honest? Because I found this site, and because TC’s Atmoic Dog’s literally changed my perception of life in an afternoon.
As well, I’ve always been stereotyped as a strong guy, but I’ve never been strong. This pisses me off to no end.
Imagine encountering Atomic Dogs when you’re just entering high school…
i actually think i owe him for a lot of who i am today and even getting into college.[/quote]
I don’t have to imagine :P. They changed my life my sophomore year.
Lifting weights is fun. Especially heavy squats and deadlifts, and pressing, and rowing. Ok all of it.
Like someone else mentioned, I lift to face the wolf. I lift to keep the Night Wolf away. I lift to quiet the wolf inside me. She’s fierce, quick, and feisty. Most people can’t handle her.
So I focus on that bar, the lead, the challenge. If I push myself hard enough; there won’t be an external force that overwhelms me. I’ve pushed myself since I was 15, and there’s really no stopping me now. The internal wolf takes pride in her spirit, the “rightness” of strength, the integrity that comes from making that time for myself. If I push my limits, I won’t end up like my mom. She lives on a couch, smokes, and has IV lines for nutrition.
I irrigate her lines for her, and re-dedicate myself to further strength. No, I don’t judge her - I just wish she would live So I live, each breath, each moment. I live in an area that has cougars, moose, wolves, lynx, bobcat, elk, mule deer, rattlesnakes… you name it. Each of those animals lives. Every breath, every moment.
How dare I stoop to less than what I might achieve? I face another wolf each day, helping veterans who just came back from Iraq. Some of them are broken. To re-focus, recharge, re-enliven myself, I push it. I lift. I do it for me. I do it for them (although they don’t know it). For the peace and serenity that comes from the spirit of the wolf.