There's a lot of anxiety and nervousness in the strength and fitness community that frankly pisses me off to no end.
People have a huge hard-on for the "perfect" program. The "perfect" diet. The quest for not wasting a single bit of unnecessary effort, as though maintaining your body should be a nickel-and-dime effort of half assedness. I propose a different mindset entirely. It's an act of self-love to lift a lot of weights, eat right, and try to become leaner in a healthy fashion.
For instance, I do not have a gym membership. Why bother? The entire world is a gym. Look around.
Today I did a lot of chinups off a rope I tied to a tree. The rope was made out an old bed sheet. Who cares if somebody watches me in my cutoffs, smoking cigarettes, and getting strong as hell? It's silly to give a fuck about somebody else's opinion when you have your own mission.
A few days ago I got drunk and took an old wagon axle, rusty - steel wheels on either side, maybe a hundred pounds, and did dozens of snatches, cleans and presses, heaves, and throws - just for the hell of it. Picked up some huge rocks too. Why not? You can tell a lot about somebody by how they treat themselves when they are alone. I like myself a lot, so I treat myself on a frequent basis to lots of exercise, alcohol, cigarettes, and whatever else I feel like having. Just tonight I went on an eight mile stroll across town. If you don't enjoy being by yourself you will always have that fear and anxiety.
So yeah, W&F forum, consider this the lounge for posting pictures of redneck weightlifting setups. I have large stones, axles, a tractor tire (buried) and soon a sledgehammer and decent manila rope. Get strong as hell, men, there is no shame in looking foolish, and do it outside if possible!
People have a huge hard-on for the "perfect" program. The "perfect" diet. The quest for not wasting a single bit of unnecessary effort, as though maintaining your body should be a nickel-and-dime effort of half assedness. I propose a different mindset entirely. It's an act of self-love to lift a lot of weights, eat right, and try to become leaner in a healthy fashion.
For instance, I do not have a gym membership. Why bother? The entire world is a gym. Look around.
Today I did a lot of chinups off a rope I tied to a tree. The rope was made out an old bed sheet. Who cares if somebody watches me in my cutoffs, smoking cigarettes, and getting strong as hell? It's silly to give a fuck about somebody else's opinion when you have your own mission.
A few days ago I got drunk and took an old wagon axle, rusty - steel wheels on either side, maybe a hundred pounds, and did dozens of snatches, cleans and presses, heaves, and throws - just for the hell of it. Picked up some huge rocks too. Why not? You can tell a lot about somebody by how they treat themselves when they are alone. I like myself a lot, so I treat myself on a frequent basis to lots of exercise, alcohol, cigarettes, and whatever else I feel like having. Just tonight I went on an eight mile stroll across town. If you don't enjoy being by yourself you will always have that fear and anxiety.
So yeah, W&F forum, consider this the lounge for posting pictures of redneck weightlifting setups. I have large stones, axles, a tractor tire (buried) and soon a sledgehammer and decent manila rope. Get strong as hell, men, there is no shame in looking foolish, and do it outside if possible!