Because I am a warrior. I have to be challenged physically and mentally everyday of my life, or I wither up and die.
Because my heart pumps acid through my veins, my skull bulges with unadulterated rage just looking at the weakened sheep around me, and my muscles quiver in anticipation of the torture that I am about to put them through.
Because the God of Iron demands a sacrifice of pain, sweat, and blood. And I am glad to pay that sacrifice, because He gives me strength, speed, power, will, and determination in return.
Because the opinions of others do not concern me. Because I don't measure my sense of self worth by what others think of me. Women love me for my confidence, intelligence, determination, and passion. All these things I owe to the iron.
Because I am stronger, faster, more agile, more powerful, have more endurance, punch harder, and shoot faster that any self absorbed fool who asks me why I do it.
Because all of my friends call me to help them move. The REAL WORLD FUNCTIONALITY I get from lifting makes me the only person that I know that can move a couch up three flights of stairs BY HIMSELF.
And, probably the most important reason that I lift....
Because I never want to end up like you, Pound4Pound.
Strength and Fucking Honor.