[quote]reneeweimer wrote:
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.[/quote]
More power to you, stay strong.
For me, I lift and train because the world is a very unbalanced, scary, fucked up place if you are more “prey” minded. With everything I’ve encountered in my life, I learned a few years ago that I have a beast within me. If I don’t do the training thing, I get restless and unfriendly.
My mind begins to gravitate more towards finding an outlet or release, and in the past, that was a bad thing. When you have several cops questioning you on why you beat someone up so badly, self-defense or not, it’s time to find a way to temper said beast. So, I train to put up a fight against whatever the world throws at me, and to keep myself in check mentally.
[quote]pushharder wrote:
FightinIrish26 wrote:
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.
Stop by. You know you’re welcome.[/quote]
Party at Push’s house? 
Great story Push. I have one kind of like it, so I thought I would share.
When I was in highschool in “middle of nowhere Nebraska” I was on the cross country team. I was 5’10" of skin and bone.
In the summer of 1996, I was 16. I bought a new pair of running shoes. Wanted to take them for a test drive after work. I was in shape as I grew up on a farm and worked every day doing manual labor, but I wasn’t strong.
I headed out for a run in the evening. Country road near my house. Not a soul around. On the way back, I heard something in the cornfield to my right. It was moving through the rows in the direction I was running. I thought it might have been my dog.
Then, I heard a low growl. I can still remember it perfectly. I hadn’t heard anything like that before. I had no idea what it was. I took off as fast as I could and the last two miles home were by far my fastest. I didn’t see nor hear whatever it was all the way back.
After that, I was told that mountain lions were migrating south from South Dakota because the drought had depleted their food source in the Black Hills. They were killing a lot of dogs and cows. I thought about what would have happened to me if a mountain lion decided to get after me. I was a skinny bitch that lived off pasta and bread. I probably weighed 160 at most and couldn’t take care of myself.
I started lifting during school and couldn’t pack ont he
[quote]flightspeed wrote:
Great story Push. I have one kind of like it, so I thought I would share.
I started lifting during school and couldn’t pack ont he [/quote]
Oh No! Either the mountain lion got him, or he’s got Windows Vista. (Just kidding - please please finish your post!)
Renee
[quote]reneeweimer wrote:
flightspeed wrote:
Great story Push. I have one kind of like it, so I thought I would share.
I started lifting during school and couldn’t pack ont he
Oh No! Either the mountain lion got him, or he’s got Windows Vista. (Just kidding - please please finish your post!)
Renee[/quote]
Hey, I got windows vista its gre
Edit: Damn windows vista, i was saying its great.
LOLL… yeah, mine is pretty fu
Back to our regularly scheduled Push-postings, por favor?
In respect of that:
It’s not because things are difficult that we don’t try them. It’s because we don’t try them that they are difficult.
Back to our Wolves, Panthers, and Bears…
It seems like everyday is a WOLF day for me, I mean just getting out of bed can be f-ing difficult. My life is the way I have made it. There are things in this world that just happen and you can’t do shit about it. The things you can control you should, I can’t say that I have. I am changing that, but it starts with myself and the image I see of myself. I haven’t been the best friend lately and I have really, really been horrible in the dad department. I am my own wolf, I lift to defeat myself, to make me better. There are many other things that I am doing to better myself, but in the being in the gym helps in more ways than just making me stronger or look better…
Today is one of those days where I’ll be in the gym for a couple of hours, as I woke up with a huge desire to go off on something. Don’t know what triggered this, but I don’t like it as it makes my short-tempered all day. This, my friends, is a taste of my “beast”. Days like this, I want nothing more than to be away from these attorneys, inside the gym with my music, and just kill myself with the workouts. Figuratively, of course.
With apologies to Descartes:
“Levito, ergo sum.”
DB
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I’m 6’ 4" so I have to be a bodybuilder just to look proportional.
Plus I want to get chicks. Haven’t gotten them yet, but I will. …I hope.