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Personally, I love to train... period. I've wrestled, I've played baseball, football, track and field, powerlifted, did crossfit... NOTHING give me the satisfaction of training progressively, doing squats until I can't see straight, then supersetting it with something else for good measure. Nothing give me the feeling like collapsing to my knees after a heavy leg session. Nothing is as satisfying as seeing my girl crush a heavy ass set of squats and lay there in the squat rack unable to stand. It is not just me in this alone, it is US, my girl and I, and OUR effort together make it so satisfying. I recently posted a picture in the pic you took today thread of her progress from the Feb / March timeframe last year until a few days ago. AMAZING. Pushing my body to the limit and testing what I am capable of physically and mentally drives me. I LOVE TO SUFFER. I thrive on adversity, pain and suffering. This is why I was a good wrestler despite only doing it a few year, I was willing to do what others wouldn't do. Phil, you are from NJ, and PA and NJ are the BEST wrestling states in the country. To do well in those states, you need to be fucking GOOD. The attitude from wrestling is what drive me in bodybuilding. I do not miss the wrestling, but what I need is the struggle. I need the pain of the practices. There is something about me that doesn't like things easy... if it is easy, i am going to add more to my plate to make it harder.
I college, I decided to work two jobs, one as the school's head personal trainer and as an insurance and mutual fund agent (all certified to sell securities as well), I was on the admin board of my fraternity, still took a full course load (took night classes) and still competed... I NEED A CHALLENGE.
That is why I do this. I need to challenge myself say in and day out. I need to make myself a better version of myself every day. I need to support my girl in her efforts.
That is what fuels me. I do not get joy out of achievements per se, but I get joy out of challenging myself and seeing those around me succeed.
Everyone has their lulls... sometimes the fire returns for the same passion, sometimes you see it manifest in other ways. When I was wrestling, I lost the passion to take the mat, I just wanted to train... then I met Jay Cutler... that day changed where my passion led me and the fire returned in a different way. For a while after college (I was preparing for the military at the time and crossfit got me in shape for that - I now work for the DoD), after a dislocated shoulder from crossfit, I had no passion to compete. I trained but looked like a runner. In 2012, I hopped on Intense Muscle and Dante's posts lit a fire in my ass. I knew what I was missing... I got in touch with Scott Stevenson and my fire had returned. So life takes you in crazy directions, but let your passion lead you...
I college, I decided to work two jobs, one as the school's head personal trainer and as an insurance and mutual fund agent (all certified to sell securities as well), I was on the admin board of my fraternity, still took a full course load (took night classes) and still competed... I NEED A CHALLENGE.
That is why I do this. I need to challenge myself say in and day out. I need to make myself a better version of myself every day. I need to support my girl in her efforts.
That is what fuels me. I do not get joy out of achievements per se, but I get joy out of challenging myself and seeing those around me succeed.
Everyone has their lulls... sometimes the fire returns for the same passion, sometimes you see it manifest in other ways. When I was wrestling, I lost the passion to take the mat, I just wanted to train... then I met Jay Cutler... that day changed where my passion led me and the fire returned in a different way. For a while after college (I was preparing for the military at the time and crossfit got me in shape for that - I now work for the DoD), after a dislocated shoulder from crossfit, I had no passion to compete. I trained but looked like a runner. In 2012, I hopped on Intense Muscle and Dante's posts lit a fire in my ass. I knew what I was missing... I got in touch with Scott Stevenson and my fire had returned. So life takes you in crazy directions, but let your passion lead you...