Originally Posted by
stuffedsuperdud
I couldn't have said it better myself. Just add snatch and clean and jerk to the mix to find out just how much you truly suck at life. Do you read my log? Pop a few of Zolofts and take a gander. The whole thing's a shitshow, but the stuff from 2013-2015 is especially discouraging to read. PS I haven't had a meaningful PR in nearly two years.....life sucks...
First, this better than trying to download a few jpegs scanned from 1990s Playboys on a 56k modem, so you're ahead of me at least. That said, it's going to get much much worse, I assure you, as you plod further along into the bleak infinite darkness that is the human condition. Only the injuries will be much more serious than an inflamed supraspinatus tendon; they will cut not your body but your soul. Also, know what sucks more than not being able to squat or dead 4 wheels? Actually doing it, and then realizing that it doesn't even matter in the end.
Diet and condition. Push that Prowler, do some complexes, and diet diet diet. Or not. Chicks love dad bods, right? The 2nd-tier ones that go to ComicCon in a slave Leia costume and pander to nerds, they pretend to like them anyway. But cereally though, don't fatfuck yourself. Mostly because your clothes won't fit right, and fashion is important (to me anyway....there's an older thread in Rip's Q&A where I gave some futile advice to some goons on how to buy a suit)
There used to be a guy with a blog called Ruin Christmas who did a 12-week cycle and at the meet itself PR'ed his squat by like 5lbs (squatting in the high 400s though, at....181?). He calculated that his squat went up by like 0.002lbs for every hour he spent in the gym. The short story is, this hobby stops being practical after a while, i.e. if you can squat 315 now, there will probably never come the day when you can't get off the toilet, but anything beyond that probably net increases the chances of something bad happening to you. You start entering the land of masochistic Spergs, and if you don't at least pop a semi at the thought of being rolled over by that boulder you're trying to push up the hill, it's going to get real old real fast.
Lord have mercy you are the 2nd coming of Brent Kim! He was a legendary lifter from the Dark Ages, before all the rises and falls of barbells were chronicled in the annals of Instagram...i.e. 2011-2014 or so..... One fitful night, Bront the Wise was caught in the throes of a fitful ZMA-induced dream when he woke, truly woke, and realized that indeed, only a self-loathing moron could Faust his way to barbell glory. (He also wrote a lot of gym-themed porn about himself and some co-worker at the medical center he worked at but that's neither here nor there.) The reality of the situation is that this hobby is for those of us who are so dead and empty inside that we need the jolt of of a 500lb barbell coming down onto our squishy mortal bodies in order to feel...well, anything. We keep coming back for more because the temporary sensation of living is addictive, but really, it's just a cheap imitation of what a normal person experiences 24/7.
He faded away a few years back, because of the whole "He's the hero we deserve but not the hero we need" thing. Also, I think he got a girlfriend and quit lifting weights altogether so that he'd have more time to go to Vietnamese and Thai restaurants in the Dallas/FtWorth area, so that's one way to do it I guess.
Welcome to the fail club!
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Jokes aside, don't bang your head on stuff that isn't working, train around injuries instead of through them, and just embrace that after a while, training sucks but you gotta do it because the alternative is even worse. And read my log. There are a few press PR's buried in there somewhere, I swear.
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