Motivation

The unmotivated. The weak. The ones that always have an excuse for why they have not yet reached their goals. You know the type of person I’m talking about. The “could have been”, the “should have been”, the “almost was something” type. Are you one of them? Or do you grab your dreams by the balls, take control of what you want, and go after it? Do you have the heart, determination, drive, persistence, perseverance, and that animal lust for that which will undeniably be yours one day? Do you want to be big? Strong? Can you muster up enough drive and ambition every time you are in the gym to give your all? Can you mentally say fuck the world and everything in it cuz all that exists right now is this weight I am about to move, no matter what?

Listen up brothers. Motivation is the key to anything in life. In the world of iron, only the motivated will survive. There is nothing like the feeling of adrenaline coursing through your veins like a jacked up hydraulic pump making you shake, sweat, and filling you with anger and rage right before a heavy lift. It’s the fucking best. I love it. You have to love it. If you don’t you should probably go buy a fitness magazine and read up on the latest to firm up that fat ass of yours. Did I say that? Sorry, I guess that may have been a little rough, but fuck it, so is training like an Animal.

Moving iron takes motivation. Growing to those sick proportions of the ones we consider freaks takes motivation. Some of my favorite motivators are heavy music, new gyms, and different training partners to bang heads and compete with while training. Training with someone who is stronger and much more developed is a great motivator. Lastly and probably the most powerful motivator for me is finding that one thought that enrages me enough to rip someone’s arms and legs off.

I won’t share my thoughts, cuz they are mine and may be a little twisted, but they work for me. What’s life like without a spine? I don’t know cuz I have one. I imagine it would be a life full of fear of failing to the point that you are a doormat for anyone who wants to wipe his feet on you. Are you willing to let others wipe their feet on you? Can you find a way to light a fire in you to make you push? Take a look at some of the most successful people in the world and they are all motivated. Shit, even some of the worlds most notorious criminals have motivation to act out they way they do. One truly motivated person can inspire everyone around them.

Right now you are probably thinking how the fuck is this post going to help motivate me? Here’s how, man. I want you to pick a goal. Whether it’s a few extra pounds to a heavy lift, or a few extra inches of muscle on your body, take a look at what you want. Be realistic cuz you are never going to put on 100 pounds of solid muscle in a month no matter how motivated you are. Now ask yourself, “Why did I pick this goal?” Is it cuz you want to impress some hottie? Maybe it’s cuz you are tired of being the fat guy? Or is it cuz you want to break records in competitions and look like a fucking animal? The reason for picking the goal is the same thing that should motivate you.

Take the lead out of your dirty underwear and get moving. Not tomorrow, today. Don’t put it off. Get to work now. Believe in yourself and go get what you want. No, don’t just go get it. Attack it and take it cuz it’s yours. Take it cuz you know that in your heart if you don’t, you will never forget that it was there all along for the taking and you just bitched up and let it go. You have to be able to look yourself in the mirror everyday of your life. How is it going to feel if you let goals and aspirations pass you by? Love it, live it, be it...

So what’s inside you? This is it. This is the time. There is only now. Tomorrow is a dream and a day away. Can you go after what you want? Yes, only if you are motivated. The real question is, are you? Or do you believe that tomorrow will come and bring the motivation with it? Yeah well while you are waiting for tomorrow, I will be doing heavy squats and deads today to turn pro while you are watching me do so on TV. Animals? Yes,  Why? Cuz we go after what we want and we don’t wait for tomorrow to bring us motivation.

Be real. Don’t be fake. Be smart. Don’t waste your time. Find that spark inside you and make it the biggest fucking fire around. Let it burn out of control. Take control of your destination and never give it up. Stop making excuses. Make it work. All the pleasures in life cannot compare to living your dream. If you dream of being big, strong, lifting heavy, competing, and winning then go do it. Get off your ass. The only thing that I fear is the thought that one day I may not have a dream, so I will not let this one go until I get all that I want. Take it. Be an Animal. Fuck everything else.

Commitment

Awaking each day, wanting only to get into the gym, and push my training to the next level, to surpass the efforts of the previous workout. As I head to the gym, the normality of everyday life begins to fade, to be replaced by the anger and rage that I will use to destroy every rep of every set in the next couple of hours. I am careful to avoid contact with any "normal" people, for this would surely lead to an unpleasant confrontation, a waste of energy and possibly a run in with police.

Finally I arrive, shaking in anticipation of what is to come. As I walk into the gym, my training partners acknowledge my arrival and begin final preparation for the insanity that is about to begin. I stop by the CD player and put in something loud and obnoxious. The effect is immediate--the "normal" people wandering aimlessly about the gym begin to pack their shit and head for the door. These people cannot begin to understand the commitment and determination that it takes to train the way we do and obviously want no part of it.

Quitting is not an option, barring injury. The last rep is just as important as the first--each one performed at 100%. The only rest is the time it takes for your turn to come around again. If ya need to get sick just make sure you get it off the platform. Nobody feels sorry for you or wants to slide around in your puke. Just clean it up and get ready for your next set. Don't hold up the rest of us. Drenched in sweat and gasping for air, the madness increases and continues until each lifter has completed every rep of every set… Or breaks trying. Nobody trains for second place. It's all out all the time. The goal is always to win. Every rep completed is one step further towards victory.

As the workout comes to an end, each of us knows that we have given 100% with the hope of being just a little better than the last time and looking forward to the next time when we will strive to improve yet again. If we do not improve, we feel as if we have done something wrong--we have let ourselves down. We cannot allow this to happen. We must find the problem and do it again and again until it is right. We are determined to reach our goal and nothing will stand in our way.

Drive and determination

Drive and determination. These are things I believe you are born with and not something you can learn over time. Just look into the eyes of those around you… If it's there you can see it, feel it in their presence. In just the same way you can weed out the weak at heart, you can see the fear and uncertainty in their eyes. There is an inability to test the waters, to go the extra step and throw caution to the wind. There are those who may try to fake it, but their true colors will show through as the going begins to get tough. They will hesitate and begin to second guess themselves, a sure recipe for failure. I for one am a powerlifter… An animal on the platform and off. I have what it takes… Do you? Until next time, get your ass in the gym and train insane.

The Beginning

If things went all medieval and you had to fight a fit guy like me over your girl, I'd ravage your ass and take her. You okay with that?

When your girl is out with her friends, she's checkin' me out because I've worked to improve my appearance and it shows. You okay with that?

You think you're safe out here in this world? You think it's okay to be this unfit, lazy little monger?

You know you're not safe in your job, I'm sure. Every day you go above and beyond to make sure that the cutthroat guillotine of labor supply doesn't mutilate you into an unrecognizable, unemployed piece of shit. Why do you think it's different with your fitness?

How'd you get to where you are? People look at you and laugh. People use you as a benchmark to change their own habits. You okay with that?

Let's get it poppin', kid. No relapses. It's kill or be killed out here: it always has been. Sure, we changed the rules a little and added our own little trifling sense of justice and morality. But nothing's really changed.

Don't be one of these assholes making pathetic reoccurring attempts to change their lifestyle. Don't whine about it. You've got self-discipline and nothing else in this life. You've got one try: to fail once is to fail every time. In six months, you're either going to be a pathetic, guilt-ridden failure, or a fucking tribute to human will. Your bitch of a mother-in-law will make comments like, "I can't believe it...." Your girl will get nervous about how much you can accomplish just by setting your mind to it and start asking you to tell her she's good enough for you. Assholes who taunted you will have nothing... nothing... to say. You did something they either simply couldn't even begin, or tried to do and failed miserably.

And then when my girl is out with her friends, she'll be checking you out, motherfucker.

Let's do this.