It’s You Alone

Men, let me explain to you one of the deepest parts of training heavy and accomplishing “personal bests” moving heavy weights. I’m mostly talking about squats and deadlifts.

One of the deepest parts about this form of masculine endeavor is this:

No one is watching.

That’s right. One of the most satisfying aspects of this type of masculine performance is, there is NO ONE WATCHING. There is no audience. It’s you alone.

You are NOT performing for anyone, and yet…. This is your gift to yourself. A private ritual. You against you, win or lose, it’s ALL you.

So, let me tell you how it is. Listen up, and pay attention, cus if you aren’t doing this, it’s as close as you will get to understanding what you are missing, and make no mistake, you ARE missing…

As you approach the loaded bar, it’s you ALONE. You strap yourself to the weight. A ponderous weight. It feels not right, but you are fully alive. And it hurts alot. And you become angry…

The full realization of what you’ve committed yourself to becomes obvious and it seems foolish and desperate, and yet… you know you WILL move that sonofabitch….

And it’s you alone. There will be no encouraging words. No one to help. God forbid, no ‘support’ (heh).

And your body bends. But it does not break. So you tempt it further…. and still it holds…

You’re in a frenzied state, possessed by a singularity of purpose. All systems are locked in. A berserker unleashed.

Execution is NOT imminent. The strain feels wrong, a self-induced torture, pure masochism.

Everything is to its limits, all dials at 10, and failure looms as a possibility, until… it doesn’t.

Failure looms, until it doesn’t. And you SMASH that fucker and you destroy that weight and you defeat gravity and the earth with your flesh and blood and bone.

And the deed is done. As you said it would be.
And the story unfolds…. and it hurts alot….

As you knew it would. And you are alone. To revel in your glory.

And the deed is done. And it’s you alone as it’s always been.

Men!

Where the warrior? Where the contender. Where the challenge and the challenger?

I call my brothers forward, out of their slumber. Join us and commit to honoring your potential by strapping on the yoke of self-induced tribulation and struggle. Until you do, you neglect the gifts you’ve been given and you will atrophy, like a useless withered appendage.