Sunday, March 25, 2018

Viking Up

Damn, all this thinking about nutrition gets so old that your head starts spinning and you just wanna squat, press and drink beer and eat wings. 

Ya know, I will be honest here,  my head isn't spinning.

 I know what to eat, how it goes, macro this and macro that.  Its boring as hell. Necessary for some, your health and your recovery and all that stuff, but sometimes you just wanna be a Viking, and squat and go to failure on some stuff and feel that pump exploding and see the veins in your quads and maybe do an arm superset with triceps extensions behind your head and some cable curls that leave your arms busting out of your t-shirt and you feel on top of the world and you aren't ripped , no not at all, but damn, you feel just right and you giggle at the guy using a 20 pound kettle bell in a way that you have never seen before and you just feel , you feel great. 

So what would a Viking do?

Well, dammit, in my mind, he would get done training and hoist a mug of hard ass beer backed by a whiskey shot or just go straight for the whiskey and it's not about the drinking its about the carefree physical culture lifestyle that makes you feel something  It makes you feel so damn free. 

That after-glow at the cessation of training is something that has to be experienced, the cascading of catecholamines and hormones that make you feel higher than any Percocet ever could. 

So you get done, eschew the shower (Vikings worried about showering?) and break to the post workout nutrition, barley and hops and whatever that makes beer taste so good. You do this stuff when you are a kid, when you don't give a shit what you eat and drink because you burn that all stuff up working in the summers at the golf course digging holes and cutting the rough and weed whacking and you just know that nothing that you will do will screw up your life, body fat-wise or workout -wise. Because you are young and all that you want to do is be manly as hell and actually, you just wanna do what feels so right, and that's working your ass off, being different than everyone else and pushing until the vomit comes oh so close to spewing but you hold it down and then you are in the parking lot afterwards and the sweat is pouring down you and your clothes are soaked and you all , all your training partners, are giddy with all the cascading that is going on in everyone's body. 

And you get older and all these responsibilities and payments and bills and the phone ringing and you yearn for the carefree days, no agendas, just living, fishing, hunting, dogs and your girl. It aint like that now, but maybe you can go back once in a while.

You get to the tavern which is right across the street from the gym and you walk in and you have to get used to the darkness and coolness of the place, but it feels just right, this atmosphere. It feels like everyone is leaving everyone else alone, and nobody is judging everyone for drinking at this time of the day, they figure that you must have a reason to be here, and so they all look up when you come in, and then go back to their business. and you and your buddies see the waitress that always waits on you, and nobody has a chance with her, but you all think that you do, but deep down inside, it's a game that you play and you sorta admire her for putting up with all y'alls crap day after day. 

Your legs are slightly shaking and you still feel the remnants of the pump, and then you get that pitcher of beer and a couple of beers in, you start going over the workout with your boys. Nobody talks shit about each other, for this is a dangerous group that doesn't take Kindly to criticism, it is more about a recap of the good reps and sets and then laughing at one's self about something in the workout that didn't go quite as planned.

And you eat wings and not one person thought if this was breaking the diet, they just "Vikinged up", and you actually feel like a Viking, carefree and physically spent with exertion and now you sit back in your chair, your appetite is gone, don't feels like eating, just drinking , and you laugh with your buddies and you cannot wait until the next work out. And you wish that you could freeze this time in your life and relive it over and over again. 

All About Being a Lifer

What's a Lifer? Someone who isn't in to something for just a day, a month, a's for life. Whether its training or your family or your 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.