I started pretty much out of a bad self image. I hated the way I looked, felt, and was that depressed kid you see in high school that’s voted most like to go “Columbine”.
I retreated to the weight room to try and do something about it, with no knowledge, no Muscle and Fiction, no idea what I was doing. I literally walked around to the machines and read the instruction cards (it was a McGym).
Later I joined a real dive, with no heat in winter, no air in summer except two floor fans. No cardio machines, four power racks and four flat pig iron benches, and the only weight machines were one leg extension and one leg curl. You know, the place you fall in love with and the owner gives you a key so he can go home and you lock up.
My workouts were terrible, overtrained copies from THE Encyclopedia. But it was a great time, and since I was a beginner, I grew just a touch.
Ultimately though, the greatest benifit that training has given me is not the outside image or the health benifits. It is the control that I started to accept for my life and the realization that I could change if I had the right knowledge and attitude. It helped me to get off my ass and realize that yes, some things just happen to you, but more often than not, your problems are a direct result of what you are doing wrong.
Hey, good points. The Iron Game is definitely a great teacher. If you learn how to be successful in it the lessons learned transfer to other areas in your life.
Quoted for truth. I had little discipline in life until I became disciplined in my lifting. Now it spills over easily to diet, work, back to school, etc.
I have only one regret in my years lifting- that I didn’t start sooner.