Hell yeah man. When people notice, it really does make it all worthwhile. I'm not huge yet, or even big by most standards. But I'm fit, and compared to a lot of college kids that drink themselves down the drains, I do look okay. It's nice to know people notice and care.
Maybe this will motivate you.... I wrote it one day when things just really weren't going right.
When I lift, I feel good. I'm sheltered to the confines of the gym, where no one can ruin my day. I am in complete control, and with all that bottled up anguish I release myself. With a smile, and joking attitude I lift on, but underneath I cry. I scream. I just let myself go. Because if I don't, I wouldn't be able to take it. So I lift, and I lift angry. Those precious seconds during my set are the most important thing in my life besides salvation. They keep me sane.
Thank you all, and I most likely hate you, or something you stand for, and because of that I love you because you give me the fuel that I need to lift and get bigger.
I'm a little weird...so what.
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