I am curious, gents and ladies, what are the biggest motivators for your training/weight lifting/whatever you're doing that's abnormal compared to the lazy fat fucks we see regularly? I am especially curious about the freaks, the monsters, the shredded low bodyfat Greek gods, the powerlifters! What has MADE you this form of a monster? What drives you, and has driven you to this madness?!
I think back and there's one image I keep thinking of, my father. He was a mass monster freak when I was growing up. Most of the time he was the biggest guy in our local gym. He was the freak wearing a hoodie with the sleeves cut off, parachute/sweatpants and boots or wrestling shoes. Looking back, he was the man. He was strong, and lean. People respected him there, they would tell me so as I was growing up. How could I NOT want that?
I was probably 9 or 10 when I was under the bar at the bench for the first time. He was aggressive and persistent that I WOULD be strong and fit, never lazy and weak. This was a positive and a negative. I hated it as a kid, but looking back this taught me how to succeed, how to persevere and accomplish whatever goal you have in mind. I remember him almost forcing me to take my daily multi-vitamins, fish oils, extra vitamin C in elementary school. Eventually that turned into canned tuna, protein shakes etc, as well.
From 14 to 16 years old I rebelled to some degree and really didn't work out at all. I wanted to play video games with my friends and be lazy. I ate junk food, because everyone else did. That all changed when I was able to drive and learned pussy was achievable on-demand, now.
16 was the shit, I would drive to the gym, lift my ass off and then try to coordinate with any girls I could. Testosterone levels must've been insane for me at that time, fuck to have that back!
Today, many many years later, I still use many of the techniques I learned growing up. My dad was from my opinion of the golden era of weight lifting (80's-90's were the best IMHO). The physical techniques are handy, but I could've read a book or two and learned all about those. The mental hardness and focus required cannot be simply learned from a book, it is literally carved into you, or not.
I suppose to moral of the story here is: I started training against my will, and learned the value of hard work overtime. But, at the end of the day, pussy motivated me beyond anything else. Today I would say it's not the pussy that's the driving force, I would like to think it's the memories of my dad in the gym covered in chalk, sweat and masculinity. But, I have been wrong before, and I probably am now.
I would love to hear your stories!
I think back and there's one image I keep thinking of, my father. He was a mass monster freak when I was growing up. Most of the time he was the biggest guy in our local gym. He was the freak wearing a hoodie with the sleeves cut off, parachute/sweatpants and boots or wrestling shoes. Looking back, he was the man. He was strong, and lean. People respected him there, they would tell me so as I was growing up. How could I NOT want that?
I was probably 9 or 10 when I was under the bar at the bench for the first time. He was aggressive and persistent that I WOULD be strong and fit, never lazy and weak. This was a positive and a negative. I hated it as a kid, but looking back this taught me how to succeed, how to persevere and accomplish whatever goal you have in mind. I remember him almost forcing me to take my daily multi-vitamins, fish oils, extra vitamin C in elementary school. Eventually that turned into canned tuna, protein shakes etc, as well.
From 14 to 16 years old I rebelled to some degree and really didn't work out at all. I wanted to play video games with my friends and be lazy. I ate junk food, because everyone else did. That all changed when I was able to drive and learned pussy was achievable on-demand, now.
16 was the shit, I would drive to the gym, lift my ass off and then try to coordinate with any girls I could. Testosterone levels must've been insane for me at that time, fuck to have that back!
Today, many many years later, I still use many of the techniques I learned growing up. My dad was from my opinion of the golden era of weight lifting (80's-90's were the best IMHO). The physical techniques are handy, but I could've read a book or two and learned all about those. The mental hardness and focus required cannot be simply learned from a book, it is literally carved into you, or not.
I suppose to moral of the story here is: I started training against my will, and learned the value of hard work overtime. But, at the end of the day, pussy motivated me beyond anything else. Today I would say it's not the pussy that's the driving force, I would like to think it's the memories of my dad in the gym covered in chalk, sweat and masculinity. But, I have been wrong before, and I probably am now.
I would love to hear your stories!
