What does fitness mean to me?

When I was a kid playing baseball, keeping in shape and working out never meant much to me. It wasn’t until I reached the 9th grade and my uncle Frankie bought me my very first bench. He was the one that got me into weightlifting once I got into high school. Still, at that point, I did not know much about it or what I should do.

I played baseball, football, and ran track in high school. When I was training and working out for the sports, I only did what the coaches told me to. I still did not know what those reps and sets all meant and what exactly I was working, but I did it because everyone else was. I was never the strongest in high school. Hell, I was only 5’3 then and now I’ve grown to an immaculate 5’5, but I felt embarrassed at times because everyone else was taller and stronger than me. It wasn’t until I graduated, when signed up for my first gym membership. I would go and replicate workouts that I did when I was in high school, still now knowing if I should go up in weight, increase the reps, do more sets, incorporate more exercises, etc. I was lost. This was back in 2008.

Fast forward to May 2012. Between 2008 and 2012, I was never consistent with going to the gym due to relationships, school, etc. I had a bad break up in 2012, which resulted in me signing up for a new gym membership to work on myself. At this time, I also picked up my first Muscle and Fitness magazine and followed a 4 week plan they had. I saw phenomenal results, and that point on, the gym has been nothing but an addiction for me. If I do not go at least 5-6 times per week, I feel like I’m losing out. I feel like everything I worked hard for, I will lose. Even when I go on vacation, I feel bad when I cannot fit in a quick workout.

From 2012 until the present, the gym has changed my life, along with my outlook on life. So what does the gym and fitness mean to me? To me, it is symbolic to life. Look at it this way, the only way to achieve anything in life or know where you are going is to have goals. Just like the gym. When you step foot inside a gym, you have a goal in mind. Whether it is to lose weight, gain muscle, maintain what you have, get stronger, or simply to improve overall health, you have some sort of a goal. In life, in order to achieve that goal, you have to have a blueprint of what needs to be done to get you where you want to go. Just like the gym. If there are certain goals you want to achieve in the gym, then you must create routines, meal plans, incorporate specific exercises, etc., to achieve the goal you have in mind. Once you have the blueprint set, you work your ass off until you achieve it in life. You will make mistakes and you will fail, but that is all part of the blueprint and what makes you stronger and forces you to work harder towards that goal, as long as you don’t let it bring you down. Just like the gym. There will be a time where you may slip with your nutrition, or you may attempt to lift a certain amount of weight but fail and can’t get it. As long you keep working hard and not let this single mistake or failure throw you off the course, you will get where you need to go.

I’ve learned a lot over the years of training about my body, different training methods, the anatomy of the body, and all sorts of nutritional info that they would teach you in school. I never went to school for this, but I researched like hell anytime I had a question or I asked someone who knew more than I did. I did this because weightlifting and fitness is not a task for me, but more of a passion, a lifestyle. The gym is my therapy. Once the headphones go in, everything else in the world gets silent and irrelevant. All the stress that I had that day, I take it out on the weights. All the anger I have, I use to drive me through my workouts. Fitness is life for me.

It is a known fact that the amount of time and hard work you put in the gym, will ultimately transition into the rest of your life. Look at it this way, working out is something you are voluntarily doing to your body. Nobody is holding a gun to your head, making you go to the gym. It is something you choose to do. Most would say, having a career is a must because you need it to survive. You have to work in order to provide for your family, pay bills, etc. If you are voluntarily putting your body through pain and taking the time out of your day to do so, then it makes something you have to do that much easier.

People may not view working out the same way I do, but I honestly don’t care. What I do in the gym, not only takes physical strength, but mental strength as well. There is a reason why people say “if it was easy, everyone would do it”, because it is not easy. If you are willing to take at least an hour out of your day to workout intensely, then it will make your life a whole lot better and make you mentally stronger as well.

On a side note, I just had a kick-ass chest workout today which made me want to write this. I saw the same guy in the gym that I see at least 3 times a week who does the same exact shit every single week, like he is going through the motions. You can’t go through the motions in the gym or you won’t accomplish anything, just like you go through the motions in life or you won’t get anywhere. Step outside of your fucking comfort zone and make something of yourself.

By the way, the pic on the left is 2012 and the pic on the right was earlier in 2016.

Dnep

Do’s and Do Not’s for Training

I wanted to start off this blog fresh, with fresh insight and gym tips for anyone who may be stepping into the gym for the first time. It is that time of the year where all these Slim Jim’s or Big Mac’s are wanting to workout and improve their health…even though they will only be following through with it for two weeks tops. From someone who spends each day in the gym, and has been for a while, here are some things to keep in mind if you are one of those fellow newbies.

Rack the damn weights. That’s right, it’s the easiest damn thing to do. If you have the strength to load a barbell with some 45’s, or even 10’s for those less privileged, put the damn weights up when you are done with your sets. I walk into the gym today for my Leg Day Monday, and on the barbell lies a 45 pound plate. One fucking 45 pound plate. Now, I wasn’t benching today so I had no use for the bench, but just looking over at it in between sets, thinking to myself which lazy fuck was able to unload one 45 and leave the other on there? Like, come on people…it is gym etiquette. Bet your ass if I saw the fucker who walked away with one plate remaining on the bench, I’m sure as hell going to say something to him or possibly throw that one plate at him (not really). But still, be courteous of the other fellow lifters who may want to use that bench after you and rack your damn shit.

Put the weights in the right spot. Speaking of the above scenerio, when racking your weights, make sure you put the plates in the correct spot. At the same exact bench as mentioned above, i’m guessing the same fucking decided to put that one 45 pound plate where the 10’s go. I mean, come on…are your knees that fucked up to where you can bend down just a little bit to put the 45’s in the correct spot? Even Hellen Keller could see that when the 45 was in the 10’s spot, that it was overlapping the 45’s that were below it, in the correct spot. This just causes more work for the next lifter to have to un-fuck what the previous lifter did. Again, be courteous and at least show you have a damn brain. This shit isn’t rocket science, it is just proper etiquette.

If you are a dude, don’t stare at other dudes while they are lifting. No matter what kind of weight they are throwing around. I was squatting today, and there was this one guy who kept looking at me. Yes, I was facing a mirror so I could see him in the corner of my eye. You have no idea how uncomfortable that is to another dude, especially when they are squatting ass to the grass. I mean, yes I have a nice butt. Am I setting myself up for heterosexual males to be staring…probably. But it all comes down to this – If you aren’t spotting me, you aren’t watching me. Plus, it is just creepy as hell. I could understand if they came up to me afterwards asking for advice, but no, that did not happen. Don’t be one of those fuckers.

Be loud. If you are lifting heavy weights, be fucking loud! Grunt, throw the dumbbells on the ground, slam the bar if you are deadlifting. You WANT people to know you fucking mean business. You are in there to pick heavy shit up and throw heavy shit down. Who cares if your twig ass is dumbbell benching 15 pounds. You throw those motherfuckers down and let everyone know you made those weights your bitch.

Don’t spend 50% of your time on your phone, and the other 50% actually lifting. I’ll admit, I get on my phone when I’m at the gym. I only do it to change the song or take a pic of the weights I just murdered for their obituary. Don’t be checking Facebook or Instagram in between every fucking set because nothing has changed since the last time you checked it 2 minutes prior. If you want to take a gym selfie to make people believe that you are actually working out, fine. That is okay every now and again, but your focus should be on the gains that you are trying to make and the in-explainable pain that you will be putting your body through. Nothing else matters when you are at the gym.

Clean your fucking sweat off the equipment. We sweat like pigs when we are working hard, but for gods sake, clean your filthy sweat marks off the bench before someone else uses the bench. Nobody wants to be benching 100’s on a bench that smells like two Mexicans just got done fucking in a sewer. I don’t care how well you smelled when you walked into the gym, when you start sweating, you smell like shit. Clean up after yourself.

These are just a few keys to your success in the gym so everyone doesn’t laugh at your, or like me, talk shit about the stuff you do. Even if you will forever have those string bean arms, at least you know some proper gym etiquette. Star the new year off right and train your ass off, because if you don’t train hard, then don’t train at all.

Dnep

 

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