Not trying to throw this thread off topic but this one is a classic.
It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have
learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my
adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be
lifted. I was wrong.
When the Iron doesn't want to come off the mat, it's the kindest thing
it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the
ceiling, it wouldn't teach you anything. That's the way the Iron talks
to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that
which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will
always work against you.
It wasn't until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I
had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good
comes without work and a ceratin amount of pain. When I finish a set
that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When
something gets bad, I know it can't be as bad as that workout.
I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain
is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing
with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly.
Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few
weeks lifting weight that my body wasn't ready for and
spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to
lift what you're not prepared to and the Iron will teach
you a little lesson in restraint and self-control.
I have never met a truly strong person who didn't have self-respect. I
think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt
passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by
stepping on someone's shoulders instead of doing it yourself.
When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity
exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters,
billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself
through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get
off strong-arming people and Mr.Pepperman.
Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and
sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is
both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind.
And the heart.
Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if
he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and
overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long.
I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once
I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the
most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body.
Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a
fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I
have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn't see her very
often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness.
To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.
I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the
lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you're
made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher.
The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of
driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days,
it's some kind of miracle if you're not insane. People have
become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole. I see
them move from their offices to their cars and on to their
suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat
badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they
become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive
stroke. They need theIron mind.
Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron
into a single strength. I believe that when the body is
strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron
makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick
depression. My body shuts down my mind. The Iron is the best
antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to
fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been
awakened to their true potential, it's impossible to
turnback.
The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all
kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total bastard. The
Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great
reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there
like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my
greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends
may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.