Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Thoughts

I have to write something to get the last column off of the page because it is depressing.

I am infatuated with the Safety Squat bar and the effectiveness of it for quad development and for less low back involvement. I have been using it for many, many months and it is outstanding. I purchased it from elitefts.com and recommend it highly.

I have seen everything work when it comes to diet, but most effective seems to be to lose it slowwwwwly, to have patience and then you will keep it off.

Just what purpose do TICKS serve in this world? To piss me off, to spread disease, to suck blood just for the hell of it? And there are more than ever it seems.

Pretty fascinated with time under tension and the effectiveness of short range of motion training for hypertrophy (see Jason Huh). If you notice, most of the top bodybuilders these days don't lock out a damn thing. I know, I know, drugs. Give it a break.

Yoga? Great! But for a football player? As an adjunct, sure, go for it, wonderful. But always ask: Does it get you stronger? More explosive? Are you so inflexible that you can not get into your stance? OH! It's easier than the ear ringing, blood vessel in the eyes popping set of squats or deadlifts that allow you to crush people. Just say that, and we will be fine. It's just honest. It is like distance running. If you never have trained, you will honestly believe that distance running helps you get in shape for football . It's better than nothing. HOWEVER----When you look at training, look at Good, Better, Best (Fred Hatfield) , and decide on what you would best be spending your time on to be GREAT. Or don't. Keep living in a false, social media contrived dream state.

New Judas Priest is out. It's good. It's Priest. Like Old Priest. It's worth buying. Halford can't quite reach the notes that he used to reach, but who cares. He still has tons of heart. Below is a clip from EXACTLY where I grew up and the parking lot before a Priest concert.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDDnuhbDFeY  (copy and paste, I can't figure it out)




Influencing Hemingway is a very good book. Gone Feral is a very good book. Knockemstiff is still an amazing book.  I wish Donald Ray Pollock would come out with something new. He is an outstanding author.  Frank Bill is also outstanding.  Joe is a very good movie. It is disturbing because of the rabbit costume but it is real as hell.

Bodybuilders know more about nutrition than anyone else. They are in it, and usually years ahead of research.

I met someone VERY famous the other day. And just like some other famous people that I have met, he/she was very self absorbed. And hilarious because of the inflated ego. Least self absorbed celebrity/athlete that I have ever met? Randy White, hands down.

Keep training, keep getting it done, just grab the bar and go. Don't be fooled. Hard always wins.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Love More

My sister, Jane, passed away the other day.

My big sister. Three years older than me. She always took care of me, her baby brother.

My heart is beating out of my chest as I write this, but I'm gonna finish.

 Freakin' cancer is an awful, awful thing. And seeing what it does to a person, slowly crushing them, is tough to take.  At one point, the cancer was gone, and then it came back and even Johns Hopkins eventually said, hey, there is nothing else that we can do. How about that? What would you do? What would anybody do? What would my 81 year old parent's do?

You wanna fight?

You can fight. But then fluid is filling up your lungs daily and your body is betraying you and you can not breath, it is this fluid choking you, sucking the life out of you. My dad spent days and nights just draining that fluid out of her lungs. His daughter, right in front of his eyes. Every day. Suck out a little more fluid: 200 cc, 400cc, 600 cc. Yep. And you know, you just know what is really happening. It is something that you try to deny but it is right there.

What can I do? I ask. And he says, nothing, it is what I signed up for.

And I say, what about a hospital?  And he says, Jim, she is my daughter, I can not leave her.  I signed up for this. And then she calls to him late at night because she can't breath, and he is there for her as  he as always been. He is her father, her rock, all that she has ever really depended on when things got real bad. And she hasn't made much sense recently but she did right then, when she said that she needed to go the hospital. And he calls 911 and they get there fast. And then there is the ambulance ride and the hospital. And they work on her and work on her but it isn't gonna happen. And then they say, hey, should we keep trying? And then the 81 year old dad says no, but he says to her- Jane, I love you and your mother loves you and Jim loves you and the kids love you. And dad hopes that she heard him. And then that is that.

And I get the phone call late that night and I hear my dad's voice and I feel his pain and I go into my mom's room and tell her. We were on vacation and my dad stayed back with my sister. I wake her and she says okay, and then she packs her things and I carry her suitcase out the car and then she drives two and a half hours back over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge at daybreak because that is just what she does, what she signed up for as a mother. So strong. Their attitude has always been so let's get it done, this is what this brings, this life. And they both have been through being kids during World War II and my grandfather getting torpedoed during the war and heart disease and friends dying and sick grandkids and plenty of deaths and tragedies and guess what? You have to move and keep moving.

What else can you do? What is your other choice?

I don't know what else you can do. I just know that there are very few carefree times in life, and very few people that you truly, really love and care about. And I know that you should appreciate them more and hug them more and forgive them more and look them in their eyes more and just listen more. Because the bad times come and they keep coming no matter what and they are interspersed with some very few great times. But those great times? Cherish every second.

Focus intently on them and hold those times real tight. I think that it takes some sitting back and breathing real deep and asking, okay, what is important? Who is important? And here is my life and here is what I love and need to love even more.  I don't know. I really don't know.

Just keep moving and loving and grit your teeth over and over the bad times. Bite down on your mouthpiece and stand up yet again on weakened legs and shake your fist at the cruelty and the injustice and the lack of fairness and then accept it and then? Love even harder.


Friday, July 11, 2014

Keep Going

I know that one of my faults is that I don't understand those that aren't motivated to train.

 It has been such a huge part of my life (since 1979) that it is literally like brushing my teeth for me.



 Oh, it's Monday? It's squat day. It is as simple as that, and it just goes on, year after year. I can be feeling like death warmed over and I will train.  And I am nothing special. I had some decent numbers in my best lifts in competition (820 squat 505 bench 740 deadlift), but I was not even remotely strong when I started out. My friends were stronger than me on the high school football team. I just liked it more than them, and I never stopped training. 




I was and still am consistent as hell. Meaning that I'm gonna go to the gym and I am gonna do something. Low back screwed up? Set a new record in dips. Shoulder throbbing? Time to deadlift. And its not hard to figure out. Focus on what you can do and it will all come around. Surgery? Surgeries?  Who cares? It will happen to you if you train over the years. But in the meantime, your quality of life will be so much greater by training. 



 I guess that my urge is some type of an obsession. It's this weird feeling that gnaws at me in the back of my head somewhere that will not let me enjoy anything else unless I have exercised. It's like someone is tapping me on my shoulder saying, train, train, train. 




Do I always feel like training? Nope. But it is past the point of wanting to, it is needing to train. If I do not train, I feel useless and  soft,  and not in touch with a damn thing. Then I am just there, and I become one of the many. When you train hard, you are one of the few. I have just kept at it. I do not always love it. I woke up today and I did the bike for thirty minutes and then I did ten sets of triceps and ten sets of biceps. I got a great pump and halfway through the workout I started to feel fantastic. But at the beginning? I forced myself, and because I have been training so long, I knew that feeling would come. 




So what am I saying? Just train and keep training and you will feel great somedays and like crap somedays but no matter what, you must keep at it, no excuses, just train, you must, through pain and divorces and deaths and hospital visits, you must keep going. Take that time for yourself. And never let anyone tell you that it is stupid or that you are selfish . Because it is for you- being strong and in shape- and it has become part of you. It doesn't matter if not one damn person in the world understands it. They do not have to. It is what you must do to stay whole and grounded. Keep going.


Thursday, July 3, 2014

1989

In 1989, I dropped out of school. College that is. Yes, I went back and finished, started coaching, got my Master's Degree, all that stuff.

But back then? I was done playing football in college in North Carolina and I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life.  So I dropped 50 pounds and lifted and ran everyday. I ate rice, tuna and wheat bread. I guess that one could say that I was depressed. Without football in my life, I really felt as though I had nothing. I had been playing since I was in the third grade and that means that when I finished, I had been playing it for 14 years. It was my life, simple as that.  And what was fall without football? I had no idea, I could never remember one without football. All year, every year, I had lived it. And now? A huge void.

So I went back to Maryland.  I had been away at school for awhile, had been on a full scholarship and now I had dropped out and wasted a semester that was paid for by the school. My parents were not happy. I was not seen as the prodigal son returning. The first thing I did was hook up with my buddy, Chris. Chris had dropped out of his school also. These days he is a big wig at some computer company, but back then? We were two lost souls together. Chris and I were best friends in junior college and had kept in touch. He had been home for awhile and was working at a golf course. He got me a job there and we commenced to riding tractors and cutting the rough and hanging out with guys who were making their living at the place. I actually liked it.  I mean I really liked it.  It was summertime and we would get to the course just as the sun was coming up and  we would start cutting and the dew would still be on the course and I actually saw a pheasant one morning.

I think that we got off at like 2pm everyday. After that, we went right to the gym. I was 21 years old,  I was making a little money and I was outdoors all day. Not too bad. And we had a great gym to go to after busting our ass at work.

What was the name of the gym? Ah yes, Iron Works. It was in an industrial park in Beltsville, Maryand, The owner, Neil, had been a thrower at the University of Florida and was a really great guy. He made his own equipment, had a Rottweiller in the gym, and took no shit whatsoever. The fee was 25 dollars a month. No joining fee or contracts or anything. And no air conditioning. I know it ain't Alabama, but the summers get pretty hot in parts of Maryland, so Neil would roll up the outside door and let the breeze come in. After workouts, Chris and I would sit outside and eat.  Those workouts were great.

I was coming off of my bodybuilding/weight loss foray, but Chris had discovered powerlifting and was going full force. He was weighing 225 and close gripping 415 and squatting  585 deep as hell and pulling over 600. And he had some legendary intensity. He would find a random guy in the gym before he was going to perform a big lift and start getting nuts. So let's say that he was getting ready to bench press 385x3 and he needed some extra motivation. He would already be frothing at the mouth, by the way. Anyway, he would start saying, " JIM! That guy is talking shit about me!" and I would look around, dumbfounded. Nobody was even glancing in our direction. "Who? Who is talking about you?" "That guy at the front desk!" So I looked at the guy at the front desk, talking to Neil. He wasn't looking at us at all, let alone talking about Chris. But Chris was all fired up. "I'm gonna freaking kill him!" And then I would realize what Chris was doing, getting himself fired up,  and then he would say "1,2,3, UP!" and I would give him a lift off and he would crush his set. It was a pretty unique way to get fired up, but for him, it worked. It really worked. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Chris would eat 8 bowls of Raisin Bran for breakfast. Eight bowls. I don't know why he decided on eight bowls, but damn it, he was gonna get those eight bowls in every morning.

As the summer went on, we kept up our schedule. Work, lift, eat. I was getting strong and putting on some good weight.

But one day when Chris and I were weed wacking around a sand trap, the boss came by. The man was an ass, basically. Anyway, we always weed wacked and then cleaned the grass out of the sand trap. We had a system. But the boss man had just pulled up before we had cleaned the sand trap. " I told you! No grass in the sand trap!" Chris tried to explain, but the boss was not listening. "F#%ck this!" Chris yelled, "We are outta here!"  "Alright", I said. I felt a lot of loyalty to Chris. After all he had gotten me the job and was teaching me so much about training. So we left the job, even though I really didn't want to leave.

 But you know what? The best thing about leaving the job at the golf course was that it forced me to face some tough choices. Did I want to go finish school and coach or did I want to work  jobs like the golf course the rest of my life? I actually loved the feeling at the end of the day of really working for a living, but I had wasted so much time and money on school and doing poorly that I decided that the best thing for me to do was to go back.

So I loaded my bag on a bus in DC and took off back to North Carolina. I started coaching then, first as a volunteer and I also finished college. I am glad that I made the choice to go back.

I will however, always look back fondly on the summer of '89.

Monday, June 30, 2014

Bas Barbell's Gym in the Front/Bar in the Back Rules and Regulations

This is a column from 2012. I made some changes, and I will probably continue to add /subtract rules as time goes on.



Some hard and fast rules for Bas Barbell's Gym in the Front/Bar in the Back

1. Squat deep

2. Chalk must be used

3. No Velcro belts

4. Honorary president- Ronnie Van Zant

5. No backpacks unless they are camo and have a canteen

6. You must Deadlift a certain minimum weight to give advice to anyone- 700 for men, 405 for women

7. Don't say can't

8. No false chatter, no cheering of any sort,

9. No shaking of protein shakes for more that 10 seconds, 5 seconds is preferred

10. No clapping, No celebrating of any kind. The less words the better.

11. No machines

12. No stretching

13. No phones except the payphone on the wall

14. Music is decided upon by the strongest person in the gym.
Official War Metal Band- Recluse.
Official Country Band- Hank III
Old Metal Band-Superjoint Ritual
Rap Band- Nobody

15. Maryland flag must be prominently displayed

16. No water bottles. Absolutely none. Drink from the sink.

17. Only beers above 5.2% allowed , official beer is the one Cristi and I drank in NC- Double dog Flying something. It was like 11%. Vodka or Maryland Moonshine or George Dickel is preferred .

18. Only Mason Jars to drink from.

19. Sawdust on the bar floor

20. Jukebox in the corner

21. Arm wrestling station in the corner. Fights are allowed but only in the field out back. No kicking, because Johnny B says only girls kick in his neighborhood. So girls are allowed to kick, I guess.

22. Dogs are allowed and encouraged in the gym and bar area. Big dogs only, Nothing less than fifty pounds.

23. Dropping of dumbells allowed, Dropping of Mason Jars is not allowed

24. Hats on frontwards or backwards, never sideways

25.Outlaw MC gangs encouraged to join

26. Six month trial for all new members, gym members must vote unanimously on the new member

27. Certain folks are grandfathered in- Randy White and any old Baltimore Colts

28. Food on the menu? Maryland Crabs, Steak, burgers, pork roll sandwiches, Old Bay Fries


Thursday, June 26, 2014

All Too Much

I love the old days. I am definitely one of those people that yearn for simpler times. No , not with medicine or your favorite social issue. I get it.

My frustration lies with all the STUFF that we are saddled with today that somehow, we can not, or we are convinced that we can not, live without.

My buddy John was in the office the other day and every few minutes he would get a text on his phone or it would ring and he would get more and more frustrated at the phone. "I hate this damn thing!", he said in frustration. "What ever happened to talking to someone face to face?"

I dunno. Before cell phones, I used to go a whole day and never talk on the phone. Growing up, there was a time when we only had one car as a family, and my Dad would get dropped off for work in the morning and he would simply say to my Mom, "I'll meet you outside of my office at five", and there he'd be standing at five oclock. I don't know what would have happened if we hit traffic. I guess that he just would have waited. Or if he was going to be late, we would have waited. No big deal.

I turn the GPS on my phone to go five miles now. I am useless. I look at my phone at red lights. My son tells me when it turns green. Stupid and useless. Of course, my Dad doesn't have a cell phone. Or computer for that matter. He seems less stressed out than anyone else that I know.

I have a Kindle. I like the convenience of it. But its not the same as having that book in your hands. A real book. I still buy the real books, sometimes after already having it on Kindle. I am weird like that sometimes.  But there is something about holding that book in your hands.

I laugh when my son tells me that there is nothing on the television. We have four thousand channels. We had four growing up- NBC, ABC, CBS and Channel Five. And it was in black and white for years. I am old, man.

Social media. Every lift everyone does is posted somewhwere. And your status. I am on Facebook. I did it for my business initially. I post pics of my dogs and hunting and stuff. I feel weird doing it. And then, of course, you have to be so careful what you say, what you write, who might get offended. Better off just staying off of it. Everything can bite you in the ass. Oops, I said ass.

I use the computer for sure. I write on it. I watch movies. Its fine. But now I take my laptop when I travel. Too much. Falling into the trap , not communicating for real, not talking face to face, not being in the present with the people in the room. Being there, not somewhere else.

And forget sports. I loved football in the seventies. Guys stayed with teams their whole careers. You related to them. Staubach was the Cowboys quarterback, Bradshaw was the Steeler's quaterback. And that was it. And you can't blame the players, but it was better. And the NFL Today came on and then the NBC thing came on and there were two games.

And another thing that was cool was how guys went home for the offseason. They trained at home. I don't know how they did it without a Performance Team following them around and how they did it without getting paid to work out. Of course I love the Randy White workout plan that he told me about when I interviewed him for Startingstrength.com.

                                                        Randy

 He lifted in his barn, did sprints on the dirt roads and ran in the cornfields. And he had a Rottweiler named Deacon who stayed with him. That is damn appealing to me. I don't know how he was so good working out on his own. And Mike Webster lifted in the basement of a bar. He wasn't any good either.  Maybe getting away like that was good for the players. Seems like there are a lot more injuries these days. And don't forget that you need a nutritionist. Too hard to figure out how to eat fruits, vegetables and meat. And be disciplined.

                                                    Riggins
                                                       
I can go on forever, but I have to go train. I'm gonna go down into the air conditioned weight room with rubber plates and squat. And then I'm gonna go home and look outside and wish that I had some wood to chop but I don't have any wood because I don't even have a fireplace like I had growing up. So I'll put on this show that I saved with John Riggins on it and he is chopping wood. And I'll wish that I was right there with him.  And then I will find him on Facebook and "friend" him.



Tuesday, June 10, 2014

A Trip To Remember


" It concerns me that your idea of freedom is being able to walk outside and piss wherever you want." - my friend Larry to me the other day.


I definitely grew up in the suburbs, outside of Washington, DC, and about 20 miles from Baltimore, Maryland, but I was fortunate enough to have access to at least a hundred acres of woods behind my house. Within these woods was a natural trout steam, and this stream also contained bluegill, suckers, snapping turtles, and various types of snakes. Also the woods contained deer, raccoon, fox, etc. I spent many days down there swimming and fishing, and I did all of my running for football in both high school and college in those woods, performing a cross-country/sprinting/hill training all in each session.

And in the summer my family and I went to Ocean City, Maryland and fished for flounder.

When I entered college, I got hooked on bass fishing in North Carolina and grew to love it.  In the summertime,  back home in Maryland, I would fish everyday, waking up at 3:30 AM and pounding coffee before heading to farm ponds or reservoirs.

I came into hunting later in life, in college.  I started when I bought my first Labrador Retriever, but it is easily my favorite activity. A perfect day would be to wake up before sunrise, perform some squats and then go duck hunting with my Labs.

Growing up doing all of these activities, I just learned how to do stuff: How to bait a hook,  what bait to use for each species of fish, where to cross a creek at the right place,  how to chop wood,  build a garden, navigate trails. I thought that everyone knew how to do those things, and I was just lucky to have my father teach me about these things, and to recognize the importance of the outdoors in a boy's life.

Now I live in the suburbs again, and I am far away from any woods that are worth a damn. Here ponds and lakes are filled with litter and pollution and there are too many people around,  irritating me. I bolt to my buddy Steve's farm in Maryland whenever I can. Those brief respites save me from serious depression brought on by too many people and pollution. That kind of stuff changes you,  and I get angry at the closeness of everything.

Given my citified life now, when I was given the opportunity to take my seven year old son to a cabin on the Eastern Shore of Maryland a few weeks ago, I jumped at the chance. I firmly believe that a kid should be well rounded; well read but should know how to handle himself in the outdoors.

The cabin is owned by my sister's boyfriend and he told my sister that I was welcome to go down there anytime that I wanted. He didn't have to say it twice. I have always loved that part of Maryland. It is different there, with the wildlife and the farms and the the creeks and rivers.

So James and I took off early one morning and in a few hours, we arrived.

To get to the cabin, you must open two locked gates and drive down a narrow dirt road. When we first drove in, I noticed a small pond sitting on the left. Being a duck hunter, I always look for birds when I see a body of water. I am guessing that six or seven wood ducks flew out of the small body of water as we drove by. My heart raced. This cabin turned out to be a paradise for us. It sits on 22 acres of woods with a river flowing out in front of it, literally 20 yards from the front porch.  The cabin was a huge man cave complete with bones of animals prominently displayed, and antlers and plastic snakes and whiskey bottles on the shelves. It had one bedroom upstairs , and had a small kitchen and living room and a screened in porch downstairs. There were pines surrounding it, and the ground was covered with pine needles.

We walked to the river and started to fish immediately. I had stopped at The new Cabelas in Delaware on our way and bought night crawlers. We went to the river and it was high tide. I swear, for a solid hour, we either got a bite or caught a fish on every cast. Now that is the way to get a kid to love fishing. The fish were bluegill and had some fight to them and I believe that one was around a pound or so. It was so damn perfect, catching fish and watching the wildlife and literally not seeing one other person for hours.

After some retrieving work with the dogs, we drove around 20 minutes to a seafood restaurant that sat right on the Choptank River. This place had an amazing view, with boats on the docks and a truly scenic river. Maryland crabs were selling for 55 dollars for 12 mediums, so I passed and settled on the soft shell crabs. James thought that he wanted them also, but when he took a bite, they were definitely not his cup of tea. I don't think that he knew that you had to eat the whole crab. The crab's eyes where staring up at him and he was a little freaked out, I think.

Back at the cabin, it was now dark and James and the dogs and I sat on the front porch and listened to the geese, herons, ducks and crickets. We couldn't hear a car or truck or another person talking.

The next day, I woke up and did 200 kettle bell swings in the yard. I had to get those in or I wouldn't be able to enjoy the day. And then we made a trip to a Walmart about 20 miles away to buy a new rod for James before we went to the river. Nothing was biting. We then went to a lake to fish. We literally had about a 20 acre lake all to ourselves. This place was unreal, a crystal clear quarry with white sand beaches. James caught his first bass, and by this time he was learning how to bait a hook and cast without getting tangled in a tree.



We had so much fun, just being outside. Not seeing anyone else, no traffic, no worries. To see my son get so excited when he saw that bobber start to go under the surface was priceless. And I was getting as excited as he was every time that it happened.

I did a few more swings when we got back to the cabin, and then we trained the dogs, and I was shooting the shotgun as we did some retrieving drills. You can not do that in the suburbs, for sure.

As night fell we drove to the closest town and had a steak and some fries.

The next morning we woke up early.  A few retrieves with the dogs and we were off. I had to get back to Philly for work. We both hated to leave. It was truly a magical few days for us.

These type of trips are important, I think. It is fine to have the suburbs , the city, and Little League. But just as important is to start a connection with the the outdoors,  to begin learning the skills to pass on to your kids from generation to generation. With everyone panicking about the absence of "real men" and the drugging of our kids and the video games and all of that stuff, maybe one of the answers to their well being is to get outside and learn the ways of the woods and water.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Weights for Change

I am always surprised when I meet people who do not lift weights. I will probably never understand how folks know that there are tools out there (barbells and dumbbells) that will get you stronger, but they choose not to get stronger. And it is just that, nothing but a choice.

Anyone can get stronger. One of my good friends is in his 40's and squatted a new personal best today, and came into my office and told me that he was stronger now than anytime in his life.

He is a changed man. And what does he do in the weight room? Squats, Deadlifts, Benches, dips. He is not concerned with looks( although he has gained muscle), he is concerned with being stronger. It has now become a lifestyle for him, something that he does at lunch time three times a week. He also told me that he feels awful when he does not get his training in each week.

You see, the difference is, he gave it a shot. A legitimate shot. He didn't question what my staff and I told him to do in the weight room, he just listened and then did it. He has added some  biking for cardio and he runs some hills sometimes, but the foundation of the program are his weight workouts.



And it got me thinking. Why would anyone not train with weights? All you have to do is squat, bench, press, and deadlift a few times a week, and your life will actually change more than you could ever imagine. Daily tasks will be easier, you will look and feel better.

And you don't have to kill yourself in the weight room. In fact, it is actually counterproductive when attempting to get stronger to work to failure. Always leave a few reps in the tank, and then make some progress each time you go in there. And little by little, it will become a habit and you won't be able to live without it.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Stuff to Ponder: 10 Things I Have Learned

  1. To get really strong, don't go to failure.
  2. Barbell rows are great for thickness and for deadlift assistance.
  3. Keep the sets high and the reps low for the Olympic lifts.
  4. You can clean 80% and above everyday.
  5. Don't feel guilty about short workouts.
  6. Treat your training time as a sacred time. No texting.  No talking about stuff not pertaining to lifting.
  7. Dumbells are excellent for hypertrophy as are squeezing and controlled eccentrics.
  8. Take time during the year (as a powerlifter) to stay away from the squat, bench and deadlift. Perform variants of those exercises such as the safety squat, close grip bench, and change your deadlift stance from conventional to sumo, or sumo to conventional.
  9. Don't ever think that there is a magic supplement to get you big and strong. Real food is best. And hard work.
  10. Study the OLD Timers such as Draper, The York Gang, Gironda (way ahead of his time), Rick Wayne, Arthur Jones, Rheo Blair, Jack Lalanne.
 
 

All About Being a Lifer

What's a Lifer? Someone who isn't in to something for just a day, a month, a year...it's for life. Whether its training or your family or your job...it doesn't matter. You work at it, you build on it, you see the big picture . You don't miss workouts because it means something to you. You are like a Shakespearean actor- no matter what is going on in your life, you block it out when it's time to train. You walk into the weight room and all else disappears. Worry about it later.