We all whine from time to time. We curse our genetics, our bodytypes and our training partners. When I'm having a bad workout I curse my long limbs and wish I was three inches shorter. I start to feel like I am just dammed and a fool to be spending my time with this fruitless attempt to improve this less than perfect body of mine.
And then Tim walks in. He makes his way to the steppers, climbs on one and goes at it. Head bobbing side to side he pumps the pedals of the stepper until he is drenched in sweat. He then moves to the lifting floor and makes his way to various hammer machines and pulleys where he continues to work his ass off.
So what, he's like a bunch of other guys in the gym you say. Well he's not, because Tim is blind. We're talking white cane, red tip blind. And Tim is not some buff twenty year old that has been training without his site all his life. Tim is in his mid to late 40's, overweight and for whatever reason has decided that he needs to get in shape.
Think about what it is like for him to overcome his disability and enter a potentially dangerous environment in order to train. You know what it's like in a gym; dumbells all over the floor, bars hanging from cables, loaded bars on the floor. But he makes his way around with his cane and feels the weights and the stacks to determine what the poundage is. This man is driven.
When I see him, I feel ashamed about all my pissing an moaning about my lack of good genetics and long limbs. Hell, at least I have them. So with that said, I would like to dedicate this thread to all the athletes with disabilities that not only face the trials and tribulations of training that we face every day, but many more that we can never imagine. These are amazing people.