Excitment abounds!! Huzzah!! Training day!!
Insane to think one can derive so much enjoyment from something so strenuous.
I recall working 10 hour days delivering kegs then looking forward to 60 sets of legs!! I shit you not. Then going to a Golden Nugget and ordering a 10 egg ham and cheese omelet!! It truly was the best part of my day. The irony (pun intended) In one instance I'm pissing and moaning about how tiring delivering 165 lb. kegs of beer was and later that very day happier than a pig in shit to be pushing 315 lbs repeatly off my chest. If that ain't love I don't know what is. Enjoy the fucking ride my fellow
Junkies!
I’m shocked that there’s any of us left at all.
I guess it’s a generational thing. It saddens me,
however, that we’ve veered so far off the beaten path?
The fucking very path so many of us cut our lifting teeth on. The
path that served us through our ignorant, formative lifting years.
I consider myself so fortunate that I trained with
a group that shared that same incredible desire to get filthy with the shit!!
Lifting was a huge part of our life! From the time we came through those doors
our purpose was clear, we were gathered to pay fucking homage.
I have fond memories training in the same space with the Myth himself.
A cramped, shitty little gym, hot as fuck I might add.Nobody ever bitched. The weirdest thing tho, No one really gave a rat's ass that we were in the presence of arguably one of the greatest bodybuilders to have ever lived.
As big a name as he was, he was not bigger than our purpose. And Oliva was one of us.
No doubt! Set after grueling set. Fucking sweat pouring off us. In that bizarre, little shithole with the carpeted walls we were all ONE!!
It’s not really too difficult for those committed
few to be convinced of the why. We fucking get it.
However, the rest of the world will have you
believe our "Obsession" is related to some complex psychological
condition stemming from a chemical imbalance
in the brain. Sure the brain does it’s best
coping with difficult situations finding
the simplest, most viable solutions with logic.
But what we do puts logic to the test. It's our passion
that ignites the junkies flame. Rational thought
has no place here, it goes out the fucking window
when the brain starts interfering with what the
heart seeks!! Bottom line our love for this shit defies
any argument the brain has to offer. Long live ignorance !!
It’s great that we share this passion about weight training!
However, it appears to ensure that your enthusiasm doesn’t
lead to unhealthy habits, It’s advisable to keep these
insatiable desires to lift to a minimum.
Thoughts no iron junkie has ever given in to!
It’s a fucking addiction, we get it! Let’s move on!
Can it negatively impact your mental and
emotional stability? Yeah, but only a little bit!
Shirk responsibilities? You fucking betcha’!
Who amongst us hasn’t on occasion ducked out
of work, school, or a social gathering to train?
If you haven’t then why the fuck are you reading this?
Here’s another reason our sanity is in question.
We’ve been known to train despite injuries or pain.
Imagine that,Fucking madness!! Incessantly thinking about your next workout?
They claim that makes you anxious.
You have to admit there might be some
truth there, but I believe they’re confusing
anxiousness with excitement!
I hope you all understand that these rants are coming from a demented old musclehead who resists change for the sake of change. I witnessed a kid who couldn't have weighed more than a buck ten soaking fucking wet doing cable flyes! I'm not sure if you guys get it but that's like driving a stake with a tack hammer. You ain't gonna' get shit done!! My days of giving training advice are in my rear view mirror. I officially no longer give a fuck! I i must admit part of me wanted to tell that kid
he was just pissing in the wind, but then again he looked like a douche so i just said fuck it. To my fellow junkies you know what moves us and inspires us. We are truly committed to the iron we cut no corners. We value the foundational ingredients.
It's what keeps us wanting more.
LOL I think we were all that kid. Either that kid ends up quitting, grows up and remains the same or he gets bit by the iron and it becomes his god.
Well put; however, for me it's basically a way to prevent me from swinging an axe into people's skulls! The fact that is make you look purty and muscular is just a bonus =)
The junkies love of lifting transcends the common appeal
that results from hours of strenuous weight training.
Sure the massive amounts of size and strength it affords us
are more than welcomed but in truth they are merely a result of our deep affection
for the act itself. The discipline and perseverance necessary to sustain our
lifestyle
are once again products of our labor of love.
The personal records most seek solely as motivation are superficial and secondary.
We treasure the experience,
savoring each memorable moment.Come to think of it, fucking Hallmark should make a card for this shit!
The committed recognize prioritizing
a single minded focus is essential
to attaining true fulfillment. This can be achieved with a
consistent dedication, that honed over time,
is what separates true passion
from the fucking mundane.
The junkie embodies this by our true passion of lifting.
Everything else is just noise, a distraction. “One flesh, one bone,One vision”!!
It’s what keeps the engine stoked!!
There's something incredibly meditative about lifting, I mean
the way it draws your focus to the moment, every rep a victory.
It’s amazing how lifting provides that pure rush. That perfect combination of
physical effort and mental clarity meshed together.
So fucking euphoric! The most meaningful pursuits generally are.
It’s not just about the end result but the path followed, the discipline,
and the sheer joy of the process.
When something brings that sense of bliss and fulfillment,
it becomes more than just a fucking hobby—it’s life altering!
That level of dedication and passion are rare and precious.
Soak it all in my fellow junkies!
Anything that impacts our lives
to such a profound extent,
as our love of lifting does,
can no longer be considered a
hobby or a fleeting interest
but a core element of our identity and existence.
When something defines your existence, it means you've
found an endless source of motivation and drive. Our lifting
though well known for building size and strength, is second only to
forging that unbreakable spirit and resilient mindset.
This unwavering bond we have with lifting fucking screams
volumes about the junkies commitment and values.
Keep lifting my fellow addicts not just for the physical gains but for the joy,
the challenge, and the sheer fulfillment it brings.
YOU GOTTA’ LOVE THIS SHIT!!
Through our intense desire to lift,
we have managed to create a perfect
union of structure and passion.
It’s this unwritten oath of allegiance to this
ritualistic act that gives the junkie their
purpose. However, many will confuse us with being
vacuous, empty vessels that
are foolishly drawn out of habit.
To those few I respectfully say eat shit!
We are indeed a unique group of “Troubled”misfits.
That’s a given! We are fucking Mongrels!
Mongrels who are united by a common thread,
our devotion to the iron. Continue to live our truth
my fellow junkies!! Ours is the only opinion that matters!!
FUCK’EM ALL BUT SIX!!
Our love of lifting gives us a unique sense of satisfaction.
It’s an amazing feeling! It's like you enter a heightened
state of consciousness and exhilaration.
The mind and body working in perfect harmony,
rushing each other to new heights!!
Fucking transcendence!!
Embracing this passion is what’s responsible
for us coming back day after day.
An unbridled level of dedication that brings
such immense joy to the junkies world.
It's this “Endless”journey that excites us
most, no goals required!!
Not fixating on superficial goals makes
each session a rewarding experience in itself.
Keep it pure, keep it simple.
Sparty this thread is pure gold. It not only speaks to the dedication and discipline of training but the physical and emotional experience of it as well. The mindset, sacrifice, struggle, pain, euphoria of training your body. Everything you post here echos with my experience. Every word here is truth. Thank you.
Strength doesn't come from physical capacity. It comes from indomitable will. -Gandhi
You cannot dream yourself into a character. You must hammer and forge yourself into one. -Thoreau
Sparty this thread is pure gold. It not only speaks to the dedication and discipline of training but the physical and emotional experience of it as well. The mindset, sacrifice, struggle, pain, euphoria of training your body. Everything you post here echos with my experience. Every word here is truth. Thank you.
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