I need to stay awake for the next four hours… Usually I have been asleep for like an hour by now, Christ
So, as I want to do something with the free time on hand, here is a late-night ramble post… I’ll probably delete this post next time I check the log and notice that everything I wrote was downright stupid.
Okay, let’s begin. No training stuff this time, just a general life update. (I’m dead tired so please be merciful)
I have had next to none social interaction during this week (apart from when I’m training with someone) It really started to catch up to me yesterday/the day before, you may have noticed it by the increase of posts I made, I needed some way to interact with other people. Man, was I happy yesterday evening when I was getting notifications like never before (well maybe the squat guy generated more traffic, I’m not sure), I felt like a million bucks.
I’m not one of those guys who really enjoy being alone - well okay, from time to time I enjoy being alone, but I never enjoy feeling alone, really, does anyone?
Social interaction is something I need to keep myself happy and energetic (to a certain extent, too much is too much), and because I’ve been short of it I’m feeling a bit down now, just a bit though, don’t get worried.
You know, growing up I was the kid with little to no friends, and that is one reason I got into bodybuilding and strength training. I just needed some therapy. But, as you know, there is this social stigma that only losers go to therapy(at least where I live), so I just went to the gym and trained myself until I almost fainted. Yeah, it may sound stupid. But guess what?
Through gym I found out what I can really achieve if I push myself. Before that I was an underachiever and I never really got anything done. As I pushed myself to the limit each and every workout I slowly realized that hard work gets you results. Also, the old guys took notice of the way I trained (aka. hard as hell, but maybe not so smart) and they took me under their guidance. I befriended a lot of them as I started to hang out with them more. When my lifts went up and I gained more muscle mass my self-esteem rose too. I got more confident, and a bit over a year from starting to train I got a lovely girlfriend (with whom I’m still to this date).
I’m just going to go out on a limb here and say, no amount of “real therapy” would have gotten me to this point. Really. I would still be the shy guy without friends who sits in the front of the class just to get out quicker. I wouldn’t have the confidence I have today, I would still be an underachiever who never really accomplishes anything.
Moral of the story?
Intense lifting will change your life.