I didn't lift after high school until 1.5 years ago when I was 30. I always went to the gym and played basketball.
I started lifting because of RVF (how many times #1 does advice start with #1 start lifting heavy weights) and because, let's be honest, I already knew it would help.
I started lifting without any goals, just do it to feel better. Just go. Sometimes I would go down and not feeling like lifting, so I would hit the steam room then shower then out. That's ok. Sometimes I'd just run a few bball games. Sometimes I would just do one set of a couple things then out.
Usually though, I lifted, maybe three sets of three exercises. The point is, I pushed myself for sure, but not to the point to make it a job or chore. No guilt trips if I missed a week.
I developed slightly bit more definition (friends said I looked 'good', but not realizing why). I wasn't substantially stronger than before I started lifting.
Well, yeah, that's good, but it gets old, so beginning of this year I *wanted* to lift more. I had grown tired of basketball 3-4x per week* and wanted to actually work at something. I wanted to get more ripped, maybe heavier/stronger, not sure my exact direction.
I went to the gym early before work 6 weeks in a row (see post for more on that). I was doing my own not-too-intense push, pull, legs, shoulders workouts and more regularly. Basically, I dedicated myself to lifting but without a plan.
*Note the importance of going *from* one thing *toward* another. I was already going to the gym regularly. This for me was key. I didn't have to turn over a new leaf to start going to the gym. I didn't have to deal with the decision of whether I should go, where am I going to park, how my evening schedule will work, do I know anyone down there, what to say to the trainers in there, how to act in the gym, etc, etc. I was already going. I already knew people there. I already knew the best places to park. I already knew 'what to do' in the gym. I just decided to lift more and play basketball less.
Once you *do* things and develop an interesting life where you're not sitting on your ass, productivity is much easier.
Start *doing*, even if it just means going and "acting" through the movements at first. Even if it's just doing one set of bench, flys, and curls, then steam room and out, start doing it.
You're a man. You do things.
I had been becoming addicted to lifting at least a few times a week, but stepping up my dedication this year got me hooked to the high of lifting at an increasing rate. By March I was addicted which included reading more about lifting, and in April I started 5x5 stronglifts. Good stuff, I may go back to it, but a couple weeks later I realized I wanted to lift more than 3 days a week and decided I would pursue a more bodybuilding routine with Jim Stoppani's workout. A few days in, I realized my difficulty in doing cardio-intense stuff in-between lifts, so I switched to Arnie's plan where it's straight lifting for an hour.
Arnold Schwarzenegger's workout is brutal, and I'm totally and completely addicted.
My motivation?
- It sure as hell is *not* discipline. It's not women.
- It's because I love it. It's productive. It's building something.
- It's addicting, It's my cocaine.
- It's seeing my muscle fibers stretched like guitar strings when I do lateral raises. It's feeling like my biceps are about to tear my skin open because they're bulging so much (something I'd never experienced before Arnolds workouts). It's watching my veins pop out because my muscles are simply taking up too much room.
- It's saying fuck you to the last set of squats.
- It's squatting *way* less than other guys in the gym and not giving a fuck because...well, because I don't give a fuck.
- It's calling it quits on the 9th and 10th sets of leg curl and extensions, exhausted, stepping on the basketball court to shoot around and cool down, then some automatic testosterone-filled deep part of my brain saying
fuck that, I'm gonna go whoop the fuck outta those last two sets because I fucking can and I don't quit.
- And knowing I've never had that in me. I've never had that killer mentality, that never give up never quit mindset. That's not me. But it is now. It is, if only in the weight room, it is. And I don't know where it came from, but it's awesome.
- And then, it's 3 days removed from leg day and my legs are still sore. It's having never done leg day before age 32. It's looking forward to leg day, knowing you've always hated leg day.
- It's other guys looking at me thinking I'm on gear. I've never done gear. I just bought my first whey protein a month ago. It's seeing my old-self in those guys and thinking, you have no idea the difference in coming in and 'lifting' and doing a plan that whips your ass every time your in the gym.
- It's running cold water over my arms in the shower because for some reason I think this will cool them off after a brutal workout.
- It's sitting here at work pulling up my weightlifting schedule/spreadsheet and getting it just right, because I know I'll do whatever is on it and nothing that's not.
At times I think it's partying on the lake on the boat with friends, taking my shirt off and knowing I'm the most ripped guy...but that's not it.