Freakin’ weird how a lot of these Bozo’s find our passion for
lifting unusual and extreme. They have such strong opinions
of us, and some highly critical. Well news fucking flash! it’s
equally vexing for the Iron junkie to see these same
fucking geeks getting excited over stupid shit like Tik tok, Instagram,
and X. Countless hours of senseless bullshit. Yeah and WE have the distorted
sense of reality. Amazing. How did shit get so twisted!
Well, I never claimed to be well adjusted. Everyone else drinks when their team wins, drinks when their team looses. Meanwhile we’re under a bar doing heavy triples then dropping down to 225 for reps. Not satisfied until our chests cramp turning the steering wheel on the way home. Intoxicated on the pain.
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
Well, I never claimed to be well adjusted. Everyone else drinks when their team wins, drinks when their team looses. Meanwhile we’re under a bar doing heavy triples then dropping down to 225 for reps. Not satisfied until our chests cramp turning the steering wheel on the way home. Intoxicated on the pain.
There is no such thing as well adjusted or "normal". It's a term the elite of society created to keep We the People under their thumbs and bending to their will; meaning, conform to THEIR idea of how people should behave and act.
When humans start understanding concepts of advanced self awareness such as, creating their own reality, the human race will never progress from a permanent semi-primitive mindset that we have always existed in.
There is no such thing as well adjusted or "normal". It's a term the elite of society created to keep We the People under their thumbs and bending to their will; meaning, conform to THEIR idea of how people should behave and act.
When humans start understanding concepts of advanced self awareness such as, creating their own reality, the human race will never progress from a permanent semi-primitive mindset that we have always existed in.
Do you charge by the hour? Brains and brawn who fucking knew. ;)
DEDICATION…the lifeblood of the iron junkie!
To us our training is a fine symphony of
discipline, persistence, and transformation.
It’s the assholes who refuse to recognize the beauty
in what we do, that see our pursuit as nothing
more than a bunch of fucking mindless drones
picking up heavy-ass weights!
Every goal in life demands a certain level of dedication.
Anyone that has had any modicum of success
will most assuredly agree.
But it’s the junkies frightening level of unwavering
commitment to showing up, pushing the limits,
and striving for progress that
scare the shit out of the clueless fucks who judge us.
Ours is an endless journey.
With each session, the junkie will remain dedicated
to question the limits of what’s possible.
It’s the crucible where WE become more resilient,
hyper focused, and incredibly unyielding.
DEDICATION…the lifeblood of the iron junkie!
To us our training is a fine symphony of
discipline, persistence, and transformation.
It’s the assholes who refuse to recognize the beauty
in what we do, that see our pursuit as nothing
more than a bunch of fucking mindless drones
picking up heavy-ass weights!
Every goal in life demands a certain level of dedication.
Anyone that has had any modicum of success
will most assuredly agree.
But it’s the junkies frightening level of unwavering
commitment to showing up, pushing the limits,
and striving for progress that
scare the shit out of the clueless fucks who judge us.
Ours is an endless journey.
With each session, the junkie will remain dedicated
to question the limits of what’s possible.
It’s the crucible where WE become more resilient,
hyper focused, and incredibly unyielding.
This … THIS!!! Makes me want to go CRUSH SOME IRON!!!!
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
Well girls and boys overcoming a training
related injury will almost always put your shit to the test
and most assuredly your resilience. Anybody
who has trained seriously with any regularity
will unfortunately experience some
unexpected set backs. It’s the price we pay
for having such an “Addiction”. But know this people,
The junkie, sure as shit will battle,scrape and claw
before relinquishing the fucking title! WE practice what we preach!
“This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco this AIN’T NO FOOLIN’
AROUND”!! WE are a highly motivated and disciplined group
who find ways (not excuses) to regain
control when shit gets chaotic!
It’s what WE fucking do!!
We hold the simple 4 walls that house
the tools of the trade as hallowed ground
where sweat and fucking tears are intertwined.
A true sanctuary my iron fanatics,
devoted to testing limits of both,
body and mind. A resolute place of unlimited
possibilities! A domain where only the ones
fucking dedicated to it will be granted ownership of
the title IRON JUNKIE!!
Embrace the hideous!! Life is way too short to do shit
half assed. Do something fucking epic!
Ours is a challenging yet rewarding endeavor that requires
dedication, discipline, and consistent effort. Words.
Sure they can be quite motivating.But
without action they’re nugatory and feckless.
Actually being consistent with a concerted attack to
aquire your objective requires a little more than bullshit
words to get it done! Defined ,measured goals with a fierce need
to achieve them are key to the Junkies success.
If you talk the talk, you damn well better walk the walk!!
The word commitment gets thrown around quite
a bit when talking about training.
So much so, it’s kind of lost meaning.
When you hear it, you get the impression that
there’s some expectation of
time and effort that’s dedicated to a specific goal.
For US, it’s the tireless quest for gains in lean mass and strength
that requires the junkie to constantly challenge the definition.
It’s our insanity that keeps us raising the fucking bar!
Reaching fucking monstrous proportions
in both mass and strength are quite a common phenomenon
amongst our whacked out little group.
We approach our training with a heightened
awareness few are able to even comprehend.
They perceive our methods as extreme and unusual.
I guess it's there way of masking there own flawed inadequacies.
Our philosophy translates to a desire that far exceeds the
accepted social ideal of fitness.Societal expectations seem to play a significant role
when defining normal or acceptable. We transcend those uninspired norms.
It’s our fucking insane drive to exceed that fuel our need for self-validation.
The faddish followers are convinced that having a fit body will make them
more attractive, confident, or acceptable. Ours is an obsession that defies
reasonable or logical explanation, we do this shit to chase the
unattainable, to reach fucking mythical proportions.
Fuck normal!!
The junkies key to survival relies on their
primal instincts for strength and dominance.
The term “Beast mode” is meaningless
unless you possess that unique passion for your training.
The junkies approach is a disciplined system.
It’s about kicking down the fucking door
even when shit gets real. Conventional wisdom
will tell you to embrace failure as a teacher.
Failures are stepping stones to growth.
Yeah, fuck that noise! The junkie recognizes failure
as a crutch. It’s a useful tool to the less committed, ill prepared.
Physical set backs are expected. Failure due to anything else
is lack of a disciplined training strategy. The junkie
avoids the path with determination and purpose.
We set ambitious goals not impossible ones.
That shit will set you up for failure.
We show up every day, even when circumstances
challenge our motivation. Excepting failure will always
question your confidence and ability. Stay the fuck away from it!
Aspiration and reality.
It’s the junkies Intricate waltz. Poetic, no?
The obvious personal fulfillment and
The promises of what that shimmering
mirage holds on the horizon.
That’s the fucking beauty in what we do.
Constantly reaching. "Perfection is not attainable,
but if we chase perfection, we can catch excellence."
( I think Lombardi was one of us)
This perpetual quest is the essence.
It is this maniacal pursuit of this ideal that
keeps propelling us toward greatness.
Our fucking pot of gold remains an enigma.
When logic whispers that we’re chasing shadows
the junkie will reply Yeah, so what’s your fucking point!
We revel in the joyful struggle even when that
finish line remains a distant blur.
Lifting, with its rhythmic combination of iron and muscle, transcends mere physical exertion.
It becomes a haven for the junkie. When we train
the air we breathe is thick with determination every
opportunity to shed the fucking mundane world like an old skin is our proof of existence.
Here, we are both architect and sculptor. Transformative.
We take raw elements and transmute them.
Destruction begets growth. We emerge stronger,
physically, mentally and emotionally. The junkies inspiration, simply put is the unspoken promise that they will return, day after day.
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