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What is a bodybuilder? I just
spent ten minutes looking through the Cambridge English and Oxford English
Dictionary. The term BodyBuilder or Weight Trainer are not in my copies.
BodyGuard is. I was hurt. So I tore the books in half right through the pages,
tossed them onto my open cave fire, grunted, scratched my arse and contemplated
moving that 500lb stone boulder in front of me across the room. Ill tell you
what a bodybuilder is. A bodybuilder is a freak of nature. A weirdo. Someone
with social problems. They're all mesed up in the head, and were probably picked
on at school. They generally hate football and have a strange affinity for
needles. Thats what a real bodybuilder is. We're not talking now Mr Bill
Philips' namby pamby fitness model....Calvin Kleine and his home boys can sleep
safely on their beds of millions dollar notes...Im talking hard core to the bone
- serious bodybuilding. Typically the nicest people you are going to meet - just
a little on the obsessive compulsive side and have a few animal characteristics.
Either love or hate mirrors - but generally believe they lie or what is seen is
a distortion of true reality but close enough to make life threatening decisions
upon. The bodybuilder is hungry, dedicated, and
serious. Ill tell you what being an animal is all about. Tattoos
and piercings hurt. So Ill have some of those. Give me a tattoo that says
monster and freak on my shoulder....and 'ard bastard across my back...and Ill go
home to my pet poodle and water the garden at the weekend. Im a contradiction in
terms. Ive never been in a fight. Although I reckon Id win. I dont drink or take
recreational drugs - my morals dont permit it - I see now point, but I have
three friends addicted to heroin that I meet at the local needle exchange each
week, and we go for coffee. I am living proof that one
motivated individual can become what ever he sees himself to be, in the weird
landscape of unreality that is my mind. You can become
huge if you find a way to transcend limitations. Have you read any work by some
of the worlds leading motivational experts? I think you will find that limits are what people all around
you try to place on you throughout your life. Limitations are what make peoples
lives all around you mediocre. You are being attacked by peoples false limits
all of the time. How do you know something cant be done? Have you tried it. Have
you tried it a million different ways and then some?! Then how do you know what
a limitation really is....you'd jump in the fire Im building here if I motivated
you enough to do so wouldnt you huh. Now the key is not to allow them to weaken you by infecting you with their
loser's attitude. Its simple - listen only to the positive advice of those
people you admire who have something that you want...the rest are the ones who
want to drag you down to their level - because of fear. They are afraid to try
something great because of the FEAR of failure. Its that simple. Now you should
be going away and spending 99% of your time ripping yourself apart to get better,
and the other 1% of your time punishing yourself because you should be further
along - thats what I read from one of my heroes recently. Their advice that has
become my advice is to simply become your own worst enemy - it is the only way to know
greatness. This is how you overcome. Overcome the losers surrounding you on a
daily level, gripping at your feet, like the under currents of an unforgiving
stormy ocean. There is enough crap thrown at you in life that you have to deal
with. Crap from people should be the lowest priority on your list....let them
suffer at the depths of the ocean while you learn to swim god dammit! Get
moving. Now come over here and jump in this warm fire I got blazing for you. I
consider myself to be a bodybuilder. Bodybuilding is a philosophy. A way of
life. I consider myself a bodybuilder even when I wasnt able to train for a
whole year due to injury. Injury I caused to myself in a stupid glorious attempt
to deadlift and squat 300kg's for twenty reps each on the same day. Id die for
my lifestyle. My lifestyle would die for me. We're like the three muskateers on
the lookout for the Holy Ghost. If you don't have a mental
attitude (Im not talking stability here peps but attitude) that's as sound as your training, then you might as well stay home and
eat french fries and apple strudle - yum yum! This endeavour is the ultimate
sacrifice that you can make. You have to make sacrifices to get what you want.
Occassionally the odd lamb or something to the Gods of Strength but mostly its
personal sacrifice. Great! You want to sacrifice time first and foremost. You
have limted time on this planet to do something great. Well you have to work
most of the damn day! Well f**k the rest of it and get your arse in that gym
every single god damn day like a beast to the feeding ground hunting! Then you
can tell your wife or your hot porn girl friend that you will not be taking her
to dinner and then for a night of non stop sexual passion becuase you are
training legs and need your Growth Hormone sleep. And then you have the ultimate
sacrifice. You have to hand in your Burger King Happy Membership card and send
Carbs back to the furnace of hell from where they were created and go drink pink
protein shakes with liquid oil in them....or even tuna and diet coke shakes. No
pasta, no rice, no pudding and no god damn cheese cakes - its all for losers! I
can make myself sick at the mere thougt of any carbohydrate. Sick makes me lose
calories and Ill get leaner - excuse me while I barf! Have
you hit the turning point in the road yet?! That mythical point of collapse
where your mental and physical greatness crumbles and turns you into a
snivelling, worthless bit of someones phlegm under my hard worn feet?! That
point where you say to yourself...."Ahh, whats this one time...Ill train
chest tomorrow instead. Thats where it goes to crud. You just packed your bags
and set off down the busiest road to mediocrity city! Where its packed with
jerks like you that can sit back on their death beds and mutter the immortal
words..."I wish Id...". Makes me sick. Your homeboys will the one with lard
asses (yeah the ones who's arse crack is always visible above their stupid
pants), posers, washed-up has-beens... the guys
who could have been something but ended up as fat slobs. You're welcome to a
free ticket to that place buddy - they're handing them out for free...its the
way it is. The tides washes you up on island Hopeless - the Land of the
Pointless Many. Losers - the lot of em. The
fight is not out there on a Friday night you Brit Pop listening Moron. Booze and
fags are for the slime of the earth. You aint proving yourself to the earth by
breaking some scroats nose on a Sat evening listening to dance music shite! No.
Dont make it easy for the voices there. The voices. Dont give them an excuse.
The straight road is the wrong road....its the road that been trodden by so many
pointless souls thats its the obvious one to see. Take the hard road. Go
trekking in the outback with no water and no food and eat bugs and worms and
bathe in mud. Do
what the other guy won't do. Thats where the results are that you actually want!
Commit yourself to the real fight. That fight is in
your head. That fight is where most guys run screaming. Nobody rides for free.
The price is high, but once you decide you want to pay, the road will be clear
as day. Fight the voices. They are there to plague you. And they are good. Talk
to them. In your head. Out loud it doesnt matter. Ask them. Challenge them.
Speak to them....what will shock more than 90 percent of you is that voice is no
monologue....the bastard talks back. Prepare for one head screwing fight for
your sanity...but results you cant even begin to describe on this measly planet
of infested diseased people. Hardcore!
What?! Are you talking Swedish TV here or are you talking bodybuilding. How many
idiots think hardcore means going to the gym and spending hours there?! When you
puke and cry and turn white and then every shade of green and you want to rip
your guts out and spike your head through a hot lance...thats hardcore. HArdcore
is going back again and again to get the same deathly feeling of illness!
Occupying some space in a scary place for a period of time of your measly life
is not a hardcore heart...You're just taking up space....and Ill remove you,
hopefully from this planet, if you get in the way of the squat rack one more
time, talking to your friend, drinking your orange juice out of your silly
Met-Rx beaker cup! You loser. Come on train. the number one reason people lose
the battle - any battle, is because they are just not 100% committed to the
fight! I know why Ive stepped into that room full of iron, each and everytime I
go to the gym. There are no conflicting voices in my head. Ive strangled them
all to death and spat on their body! Its gonna be one long day of hard work and
insanity when I step foot past that crooked metal line on the floor that
symbolises the 'other' world.
Hardcore dont make me
laugh. Ill see you in the corner screaming with your isolated machine flyes! I
trained, on a very rare occassion once, with some hair brained freak....another
loser.... he asked if his friend could come along. Right away I knew I didn't
like his attitude when he asked me how long the routine would take. Before
decapitating this time waster I had to press his cold ear to my lips and whisper
in his ear to go home and have his mummy took him into his cozy safe little
bed.....but never ever ever ask to train with me again. The routine would take
as long as it took before we puked blood and collapsed for the gym owner to
carry us out into the cold in a wheel barrow - that always helps with the GH
release - the cold. In short we were going to train until he was so out of
breath and seeing stars that he couldnt muster another word, let alone another
comment as the first as f**king stupid or insulting. Get your stupid priorities
in order. The gym is not a rest home for the elderly or infirm. you have been
blessed with legs and arms and muscles that can grow and grow to inhuman
proportions. You can go online to chat...you can take your friends out for
afternoon tea and biscuits. In the gym - you want blood pouring from every hole
in your body and your bones ready to snap - because thats what you can do there!
Its an amazing place...not for the ungreatful or unappreciative. Its an
experience that you cannot gain anywhere else on the planet. Bone head! After
whispering poison in his ears, forcing him to eat ten ephedrine tablets and
prodding him with spikey sticks this moron was so much like a wild crazed dog he
wa nearly punching holes in the gym roof with every single weight there. The
poor bastard thanked me for the experience and still does every single day...or
Ive threatened to kill his pet pussy! Quite simply put for you who find it hard
to read an English sentance - the point is that the
plan that you design for your body takes however long you systematically
determine it to, not one damn second longer or shorter. I can't stress to you
enough that you can't afford to waste time. Dont waste it - spend it in the gym!
Hahaha. Most days, me and you. weI see people come to the
gym, linger, train a little, hang out, train some more... In the meantime, I've
already shown up, ate once, trained, and ate again all the while they've
accomplished nothing, except maybe trying to win a fucking bullshit contest.
Just take my advice, in for a penny, in for a pound. Take care of the business,
or the business will take care of you. Do it as my friend Mr Nike says a lot! When
are you going to learn. Life gets in the way. Why are you disapointed when
things dont go your way? Aren't you disappointed everyday? I think so. When are
you gonna get it. It doesnt work like that. It works against you. Thats life. So
big deal. Deal with it. Move on. Get on with it. Life is not your friend. Life
is your enemy. Everyone has a stupid grand vision of what his
life should be. It never works out. What you got to do is focus on one thing and
make that one thing your life. Aha - a plan that you think makes no sense...well
look at your own life and tell me if you are making it all the way to the City
of Nowhere without having to catch the Ferry or the Train cos you are walking it
quick enough! Make no excuses peps. Rip yourself apart every single
fucking day trying to get it right. Torture yourself - some people pay some
mistress to do it for them...but you can invest in chains pretty cheap and if
you get enough Decca you will be flexible enough to whip your own dumb ass! Do that and at least you'll be able to look
at yourself in the mirror as a man. Maybe I won't win the Olympia, but I know
there's honor in the struggle. When it comes to the struggle, you can't take any
prisoners. You got to fight harder than that guy on the other side of the line.
You got to train like you got a gun to your head. Like a shotgun is there ready
to blow your worthless and pointless brains out. And what else is there? Tell me
about your life...what have you got to be proud of that you struggled for. Call
me crazy bucko then give me a call to train you. Ill eat you for breakfast. Nothing in life worth having
comes easy. Dont you remember your mummy telling you that when you were very
little...or was it your grandma! Ahhh the wisdom of hind sight. Well become a
friggin psychic...listen and learn it now so you dont have to tell some other
poor bastard in life that nothing in life worth having comes easy. You get that.
All
you can pray for is that all your hard work will pay off. That you weren't lazy
and didn't overlook something that might have helped you prepare for the battle.
All things in life have a purpose and a reason for happening. Use every second,
every fiber in your body, every last breath to make things happen. Everyone
fears death. But I say this: Live proud and fight as hard as you can. If you do,
you'll live beyond your time on this earth. Immortallity....Im working on it
now. Im feeling it in every fibre Ive growing in everyway, a little bit every
day. ------------
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