This might sound cheesy, I was out at the big house cutting the lawn for two hours today, and came up with this. Normaly I’d scribble it down on paper to read to kids at a recovery meeting, but since I have a log now what the hell. Remember these are the ramblings of an uneducated weight lifting philosopher : )
WHY DO I LIFT ? ever ask your self that, I was riding around on the lawn tractor today, and my pecs were bouncing around, my lower back was tight from last deadlift session, and the thought entered my empty mind. Why, I’ve got wives, kids, buisness’s, properties to deal with, why take time from my hectic life, to enter a dungey garage, and move a bunch of rusty weights up, and down, where’s that going to get me.I got to thinking about my motives, what drives me to push so hard.
I know why I started, 9yrs old down in the basement, lifting, with dreams of getting big enough to push dad around as hard as he did me. Then I joined a boxing Gym at 12 for the same reasons, and saw my first weight pit. The coach gave me a simple routine; squats-dips-chins, I worked hard, and consistant, this helped me become a better hockey player (brawler). I remember at 19 playing junior thinking I might make the NHL, and leave Maybeary behind. The coach called me in half way through the season to cut me, said I wasn’t good enough, but they wanted me to stay on, and keep working with the team in the weight room. Those were good times, training other’s.
The next stage of my life, I fancied my self a criminal -loan sharking, drug dealing, armed robberies- Got busted, learned some more about weight lifting on the inside, it helped me stay positive. Than the addiction came, I know I needed the weights then, the only friend I had some days. When it came time to get clean, I knew how, I knew paitance, I knew goal setting, I knew progression, and most important I knew disapline.
Along came a family of my own, and weightlifting became a way to make a living. I opened a gym, and started training young athlete's again. Once more those same lessons-paitance, progression, disapline, helped to make it a sucsess. During those years time was hard to come by, and my own lifting got put on hold, five years slipped by while I passed on what I'd learned to a new generation.
So now here I sit at 40, with 3 hard months of lifting back under my belt, wondering why. Cheesy I guess, but I know I wouldn't be sitting here, where I am, all that I have, without the weights. It may not seem like I acomplish much out there in my dungey garage, but it got me this far... through alot, and I'm willing to bet with paitance alot further. So I guess thats why I lift !