View Full Version : Seeing clearly in a land full of the blind.
bleed_alone
03-15-07, 12:37 pm
Respect. Honor. Valor. Modesty. Strength. Wisdom.
There are more than enough virtues to convey the way we live our lives. Plenty of reasons why you can only see a shadow where my face is under my beaten hoodie during a set of ass to the grass squats. Not many people understand how we can just govern our lives, wake up when we tell ourselves to, forcefeed premium fuel into our mouths, never giving up. They can talk all the shit that they want, it does not and will not phase me. They fear what they can't understand. For myself, for my friends, for my family, forever.
Respect to all of you who fight this war day in and day out with me, never stopping, never slowing down, never giving up.
rcrott1
03-15-07, 12:51 pm
Strength and Honor brother....
you got it right in that post. i look forward to reading your thoughts.
brandona
03-15-07, 3:09 pm
they fear what the cant understand....
very true brother.....preach on man...look foward to it...
-B
digitalbeast
03-16-07, 1:05 pm
Good post-
They cant understand because they cant know. They are there for there six pack or to say they went to the gym today. Let them talk because while they are toning down your bulking like a mofo.
Jaymafin
03-16-07, 1:46 pm
quality post brother.If this shit was easy everyone would do it.
bleed_alone
03-16-07, 2:28 pm
So true. Lately I've been finding it a little difficult to just block shit out at the gym. Last night, I was doing t-bar rows, busting my ass of course. After my second or third set, I noticed this kid on the stiff-leg platform, 2 plates on the bar, doing god knows what and fucking his back up. I shook my head in disgust. Sometimes, I want to talk to all these people I see every day and give them some shred of knowledge so they don't make fools of themselves. The saddest part, is that they really don't even know. I try to give them the benefit of the doubt. I'll think to myself, "Oh, gotta give the kid credit for even being here," or something along those lines, but I feel as though I would be wasting my time. It didn't seem worth it. I felt as though, even though it's happened plenty of times before, that this time was different, some sort of moral conflict, but I just didn't care I guess.
I turned my headphones up louder, tipped my hat down a little lower, and found myself back into the dark world of this pain that we all can never get enough of.
I live in solitude, I admit I like it this way. The school I attend is full of people who seem to only care about getting fucked up or laid. Everyone says, "oh it's college, that's what people do," I just don't understand how or why that is deemed necessary. Yes, let's all eat the french fries and onion rings every day, get plastered every night and try to get laid, but then we'll go to the gym the next morning and pretend we're hardcore.
I only know three people that don't drink here. One of them happens to be my training parter. Call me unsocial, I'm not sure. I suppose it's just part of the battle. Peace.
And thanks for reading.
living in solitude is our way of life. our life is a selfish one....i thankfully have the support of a wonderful woman. but she knows that when i am training, to leave me the fuck alone til i am done.
good post brother...and about the kid in the gym, all we ever can do is tip our hats lower, turn the music up a little louder, and pound out the reps.
strength and honor.
bleed_alone
03-16-07, 8:57 pm
Hell yeah bro you know it just like we all do. As I type I've got a mouthful of shitty dry chicken/rice/vegetables and what seems to be an endless bowl, along with a gallon jug of water on the side. Solitude and pain, blood and sweat. I guess we all choose our own path, whether it be half assing or getting fucked up, or knowing what living life really is all about. Respect.
Revolutionary
03-16-07, 9:22 pm
i love you guys man....
My props and respect to you bro. You have the right attitude and a good head on your shoulders. Stay strong bro. It's always a pleasure to read a thread like this.
Hell yeah bro you know it just like we all do. As I type I've got a mouthful of shitty dry chicken/rice/vegetables and what seems to be an endless bowl, along with a gallon jug of water on the side. Solitude and pain, blood and sweat. I guess we all choose our own path, whether it be half assing or getting fucked up, or knowing what living life really is all about. Respect.
im sitting here at my gf's house, she just left for the weekend, had to go out of town...i am suprising her by doing shit around the house she doesnt have time for....moving furniture out of the house, getting her ex's shit outta here, building the new wardrobe, painting,...all that good shit. i just moved her old ass HEAVY fucking dresser to the other end of the house, didnt think twice about how i was going to do it either, stood it upright, Picked it up, and started walking..got 10 feet, set it down, made sure nothing was in the way. and did it all over.
we live our lives one rep at a time, one meal at a time, and one step at a time..
so take your steps, take your meals, and SMOKE the fuckin reps, and you will come out of this alive
strength and honor.
bleed_alone
03-21-07, 12:04 am
I'm about to go cook up some meals for the next few days. I'm on spring break from school, everyone from my school that I know is so excited that they can go out all night and get plastered. As for me, I'm boiling rice and stir frying some chicken. I feel really awake these days. My brain cells aren't leaving me cause I don't fill my body up with substances constantly, I'm thankful for every day I've got. Every chance I get to improve myself by just that much. Every rep, every set, every day, I'm thankful for each one of them.
Never giving up, never surrendering, remaining steadfast.
thats what im talkin bout ass to the grass squats. im 6'6 and with bad knees if i can get my ass to the floor with the weight on my shoulders anyone can. its all about the motivation bro
So true. Lately I've been finding it a little difficult to just block shit out at the gym. Last night, I was doing t-bar rows, busting my ass of course. After my second or third set, I noticed this kid on the stiff-leg platform, 2 plates on the bar, doing god knows what and fucking his back up. I shook my head in disgust. Sometimes, I want to talk to all these people I see every day and give them some shred of knowledge so they don't make fools of themselves. The saddest part, is that they really don't even know. I try to give them the benefit of the doubt. I'll think to myself, "Oh, gotta give the kid credit for even being here," or something along those lines, but I feel as though I would be wasting my time. It didn't seem worth it. I felt as though, even though it's happened plenty of times before, that this time was different, some sort of moral conflict, but I just didn't care I guess.
I turned my headphones up louder, tipped my hat down a little lower, and found myself back into the dark world of this pain that we all can never get enough of.
I live in solitude, I admit I like it this way. The school I attend is full of people who seem to only care about getting fucked up or laid. Everyone says, "oh it's college, that's what people do," I just don't understand how or why that is deemed necessary. Yes, let's all eat the french fries and onion rings every day, get plastered every night and try to get laid, but then we'll go to the gym the next morning and pretend we're hardcore.
I only know three people that don't drink here. One of them happens to be my training parter. Call me unsocial, I'm not sure. I suppose it's just part of the battle. Peace.
And thanks for reading.
You learn through mistakes, let them make theirs. I don't know what battle you speak of, but I do know about solitude and that is the only way to get far in this. You don't need to surround yourselve with negative perspectives, and if that means being alone, then so be it. Keep yourself with an open mind, but a narrow sight. Look through that tunnel at your goals, but having knowledge in what you do, that will get you there quicker.
bleed_alone
03-25-07, 1:39 am
Let's see, my spring break. Training, eating, sleeping, working. Couldn't have asked for anything better. The icing on the fuckin' cake happened tonight, a buddy of mine bought a power rack, db sets, olympic barbells and more plates that you can ask for. Set 'em up in his basement, dim shitty lighting, opened up the door and let some air in, and cranked up the stereo. Time to break those bad boys in with a shoulder day from hell. Couple of the pro's of home training, you can fuckin' scream all you want to. Sets of 8 turn in to sets of 15. So much energy.
Tonight reminded me of why I put myself through all this.
Cause I fucking love it.
Great, great thread. I'm all amped up to go to the gym again now. I've already been twice today, though..... :( (maybe I'll just get a couple quick sets in.)
Keep the thoughts comin', bro.
peterpyper
03-25-07, 10:40 am
this is what its all about brothers
karthik
03-25-07, 11:51 pm
Respect. Honor. Valor. Modesty. Strength. Wisdom.
There are more than enough virtues to convey the way we live our lives. Plenty of reasons why you can only see a shadow where my face is under my beaten hoodie during a set of ass to the grass squats. Not many people understand how we can just govern our lives, wake up when we tell ourselves to, forcefeed premium fuel into our mouths, never giving up. They can talk all the shit that they want, it does not and will not phase me. They fear what they can't understand. For myself, for my friends, for my family, forever.
Respect to all of you who fight this war day in and day out with me, never stopping, never slowing down, never giving up.
while what you say is definitely true, It is very important to remember to keep a positive frame of mind all the time. It is very easy to be pessimistic and think that no one else apart from those who train understand what you do. There are more such people, believe me, you have to find them and more importantly manage to convince them that what you are doing is positive to yourself and others as well.
AU_Lifter
04-01-07, 12:49 am
Let's see, my spring break. Training, eating, sleeping, working. Couldn't have asked for anything better. The icing on the fuckin' cake happened tonight, a buddy of mine bought a power rack, db sets, olympic barbells and more plates that you can ask for. Set 'em up in his basement, dim shitty lighting, opened up the door and let some air in, and cranked up the stereo. Time to break those bad boys in with a shoulder day from hell. Couple of the pro's of home training, you can fuckin' scream all you want to. Sets of 8 turn in to sets of 15. So much energy.
Tonight reminded me of why I put myself through all this.
Cause I fucking love it.
Man I wished I had a friend that did that!!! I'd love to have some place to call "home". At college I use what they have but don't like that its more health clubish and not hardcore. Keep busting your ass and train like hell.