Sunday, October 6, 2013

Another Show, Part One

Been off of the grid for awhile.

I competed in another bodybuilding show.

I trained, well, I dieted for 8 weeks.

                                                             Morning of the show.

I didn't tell anyone except for about four people, because I tend to get...well, not so nice when I get really hungry and I still have a lot of stuff to do, a life to live. So if I am living and working with you, you may wonder why I am being an ass. So Tracy, Cristi, Stephen and my wife had to know. I mentioned it to them. And one or two others because I had to. I did not tell even my closest friends because I didn't want to tell them, simple as that. In addition, I have a theory that people don't really care about other people trying to achieve things, that they really want you to fail because they do not have the guts to do seemingly unachievable things. Deep down, they want you to cheat on your diet or quit and all that negativity around me sucks, so I keep things to myself.

Its like Cristi trying to pull 550 and someone saying, oh you will get hurt, take it slow. Take it slow? Or Tracy wanting to do the NPC Nationals and people saying oh, that's a tough show, you shouldn't do that, you'll be in over your head. Well, you only freaking live once. If they want to do it, I will be there for them. This may be their only shot! Who knows what will come down the pike that may not let them try again.  Why the hell not TRY? Or you can sit on the couch and be one of those negative talkers who never achieve greatness. The telephone? Damn you, Edison, that can't be done! Look how much work that will take! People are really weird sometimes. Shit, man, just go for it, go for it, go for it. That why I love stories of people achieving stuff that seems impossible. Stallone living in a basement writing Rocky. Never selling out, and then winning the Academy Award.

And then I don't liking making a big deal out of stuff and having people ask me about it. And I don't want suggestions about diet or carbs or protein or training or phone calls about training. I would rather train than talk about it. Now, that's boring. How many sets and reps did you do today? Boring. Load up the bar and shut up. SHUT UP.

I despise the phone with all of my being. If I didn't have kids, I would not have a phone. I love texting. I hate talking. I hate talking. So many wasted words and I just sit there and listen and I don't have anything to say that couldn't be written in 3 sentences. I hate voice mails and hearing that damn phone ring. I know why I hate it, I am gun shy about the phone because at one time, every time that it rang, it was bad news. And people keep calling and I look at the phone ring and I let it ring and unless its my family or staff, I text. I try to save my words. Weird? So what. I don't have anything to say. And what you have to say can be written down. Voicemail? Go ahead and leave one. I'll text you back.

Sometimes, you just wanna do things for yourself and keep it for yourself. It's exclusive, it's yours. As soon as you start to ramble on about it, it loses something. Everybody posts pictures of their meals and their workouts and what the hell they wore to bed and it is sickening.

And I did mention to a loved one that I was going to compete, my sister, and she is really sick and she mentioned that she would love to see her baby brother on stage, and once she said it, I decided to do it for her also. It really gave her something to look forward to. And my sister has always taken care of me and loved me and even when she and I didn't speak for months at a time over silly stuff that sisters and brothers go through, I still loved her with all of my heart. When I went away to Gardner- Webb and was homesick, she sent me a package every day. Every single day, she sent me a package. So for my sister to have something to look forward to, I did another show.

And then my son has had one kidney transplant and now this one is failing. I am going to donate my kidney to him sometime soon and I don't think that I can get all dehydrated with only one kidney so I figured that I should go for it now, just in case I won't be able to do it later. He is going to be fine, but it is the reality of it all.

And the reason that I write about it is because it may help or inspire someone, anyone out there to diet and train and reach a goal.

Part Two, coming up. This is gonna be good, I promise.

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.