Meh. From my experience, “the hot chicks” usually go for the guys that play guitar, instead of the ones that lift.
If you do both however…
Like this dude:
He’s my idol.
LOL, do you really want to know why you lift weights? That is, the truth?
Now, I doubt you want the truth… so pick the most “hardcore” reply that you feel describes your motives and roll with it. You ain’t gonna be around on 2nd February 2080 anyway, so why worry?
Because deadlifts are good for the soul.
Because I want hawt abz.
It’s fun.
Seconded the “I’m an asshole and need to back it up” one
I’m the youngest and shortes of 4 brothers. I started so I could push back when I was pushed. I continued because Its just feels good to push myself its also why I compete.
But deep deep down, its because I like walking into a room knowing that If I’m not the strongest I’m sure as hell damn close to it.
I love the training montage scenes in movies – when the “young grasshopper” gets stronger and stronger until he’s ready to face his enemies.
I’m trying to live my own training montage. I have a thing for strength.
I used to be extremely unathletic. It’s thrilling to begin to think of my body as an asset instead of an inconvenience, and to compare myself to the best instead of the worst.
Also I like it because it’s a progressive activity. If you work at it, you will get better. That makes it comforting because for the other stuff in my life (math) success comes in fits and starts and sometimes you can work like a dog and still fail.
To be better than I was yesterday.
I can second every motion here. I’d also like to add:
God gave me only one body. I want it to look good and last a long time.
Also, bad things happen. The person who is stronger, faster, more agile, and has more endurance will be better prepared for almost any situation.
LOL, I’m Fit to Fight. (Sorry, bad AF joke.)
[quote]Steel Nation wrote:
To be better than I was yesterday.[/quote]
That’s EXACTLY what I was going to say … ooooooooo damn these slow fingers!!!
Cause it’s something I do for me and me only.
My reasons :
a) I can have a really bad temper and need to train hard to release most of it, if i go a few days without i can feeling it building up.
b) Look like a give a fuck about myself, really don’t have any respect for fat slobs at work or in society. You can eat but earn it!
c) Because it takes commitment.Jobs, shopping, housework etc are just daily routines of normal life. Training like you life depends on it around these activities shows commitment.
d) Women to think, wow, he looks great in that shirt, it falls great on his v-shape physique, he must workout, i want a piece of that ass.
e) Because im vain and i want a body to go along with it. Nothing like a guy who thinks he’s gods gift but has man boobs.
f) 15yrs of cutting weight to make my weight class, sometimes at a weeks notice left me shattered, week and mentally exhausted plus it fucked up my physique and strength. I’ve learnt great stuff about nutrition that my useless trainers never advised me about.
g) body and mind are one, a great mind should have a great body, and a strong body means a strong mind
…damn i could quite a few pages on it.
To look good naked!
Struggling for something, it doesnt exist in this world anymore
My mind needs a weight to keep it from wandering everywhere
So I can defeat Zodd!
Sanity.
To get swole. Brah.
Kinda like the ontological argument:
I can imagine a better me. A stronger me is a better me than a weaker me. Ergo, I should get stronger to be better.
i was a pale, sickly looking, friendless virgin. i was only reasonably smart, and never motivated by anything in life. i never got fat, but i wasn’t strong either. then, i started balding before i was even 20.
i met some friends. alot of punk rock and hardcore music. lots of fights. nights of drinking, shit talking, cursing, trying to get laid (unsuccesfully in my case). then came the tattoos.
somewhere along the way, i decided to get healthy. i still drank, but i began to buy better food and try to lose a gut i was developing. from there i began to lift heavier out of embarassment, but only occasionally. sometime last year i realised that training like a body-builder didn’t mean looking like Ahnold or Jay Cutler or popping illegal 'roids or being a meathead looking for a fight…sure, i could do all those things, but none of it appeals to me. i just wanted to look BETTER than everyone else. i don’t like fat people, but there’s also something about the obnoxious, skinny-ass, weak shoulder, soft-handed wimpy white suburban twits i see everyday that annoy the living piss out of me. so, along with a shaved head, tattoos, and dirty-jeans and a love of booze, i decided to start lifting heavy and try to look like a real man.
so basically, it all comes down to me feeling sorry for myself and trying to look like the badass i will never actually be. =oD