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2003/05/07, 10:48 PM
He's in me. I don't know where he came from. I'm just like the good guy in the Diablo game; I've taken this evil spike from somewhere and shoved it straight into my forehead, 5 inches deep, and I roam the mountains with the new power because I don't trust anybody else to contain it.
Time away from the gym is more painful than feeling my patellar tendon weaken to the snap point on the leg press. I hunger. I can't fill up.
I'm not part of their culture. I don't wear belts and gloves and make puffs of smoke from smacking my palms with chalk. That's a distraction. I'm hunting the resistance.
My mouth waters right now. My next victim will be 55lb hammer curls. Mmmmm. Twelve rotating reps. No, make it a baker's dozen, I've been good. I've contained the spike.
The spike. It's like a pit bill controlled by only semi-strong will...the knowledge of what's right and wrong for a body combined with the insatiable, morbid craving to defy gravity with every muscle...to feel my body burn with pain. And in that last 10 minutes at the gym, there will be a sad feeling of knowing that I must leave yet again for a couple of days--a pain offset only by the inundation of endorphins attacking my afferent nerves and fooling my mind into thinking that the spike is not finished, when in reality it's paradoxical and rhetorical, because the spike is never finished.
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--There are no versions of the truth.--
Jeff Goldblum, Jurassic Park II
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2003/05/08, 12:19 AM
Great game, but, unfortunately, we know what ends up happpening to the "good guy"....LOL!
Great analogy!!!!!!!
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Michael
"Trample the weak; hurdle the dead!"
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2003/05/08, 08:07 AM
Hell yeah, the whole Diablo series kicks ass. Awesome post Ogun.
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2003/05/08, 10:18 AM
Thanks, I was just trying to characterize motivation because it's so strong that I don't really understand it :D Why doesn't everybody put a little blurb out and try to explain it?
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2003/05/08, 11:03 AM
For me, it is hard to characterize. It is just a part of who I am, my motivation has been replaced by a machine-like attitude that will NEVER let me down. In the beginning, I was like anyone young guy who wanted to get ripped and shredded, but that has been long replaced with a Terminator like attitude. I walk into the gym, I am there to lift heavy weight, and I DO NOT socialize, I am in my own dimension that nobody dare enter. I am that guy in the corner deadlifting, alone and in peace, breaking my body down, and loving EVERY minute of it,I think that alone motivates me in a club that heavily relies on machines. I am up at 4:30 every morning, ready to rock and roll, kick some ass and lift whatever is in front of me. My motivation? none, IT is me, and I am IT.
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2003/05/08, 11:37 AM
My motivation is tied into my youth. I was the "fat"kid everyone picked one. In fact I did not reach my height i am now until I was almost 20. I found the Iron Beast (funny how we all have that same discription), 4 years later at 24 yrs old. I had been stronger than all my friends before, but here I found my true calling. I soon got the famous mutt bis and never looked back. I found that I could do this and do it rather well. I let very little distract me while in the gym. In fact there are times when i really do not remember the total workout, just parts of it. I keep going back to see how much farther I can get. It is a personal thing with me like if I do not beat it, it will beat me.
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deadlifts rule!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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2003/05/08, 07:38 PM
So intrinsic is the iron in my being that the gym has become this colossal magnetic force, urging me closer to the pleasurable pain. After I have parked the Ram, grabbed my bag, and increased the volume of the mp3 player at my side--"Disturbed", the only workout partner I need--my pace increases as I approach within, until I'm practically flung into the iron racks by the force.
I grin and flex in anticipation of the burn as I walk to the dumbells, my compadres, the force's nucleus. I feel a slight pity for the several socialites, at this early hour, clustering for warmth from the cold steel around them, here to merely hatch the vain empires of distracted youth, only semiconscious of the magnetic force around them. The pity is short-lived, nanoseconds probably, as I dive into the primeval struggle within--To both meld into and resist the clawing force that embraces as it tears.
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. . . to crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women . . .
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2003/05/08, 07:54 PM
Motivation eventually becomes habit and thats what happened with me. I loved the new feeling of good health, and not gaining fatty tissue after quitting smoking.
And I found myself telling those irons they were not going to win!
I keep going back for the fight.
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We must become the change we want to see.
Ivan Montreal Canada (aka SpongeBob Square Pants to some!)
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2003/05/08, 07:57 PM
I'm loving this thread--mix immeasureable motivations with some nice writing talent and I'm looking for a cup of cocoa and a Golden Retriever, and in this, or own sacred forum, FU## the fireplace :D
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--There are no versions of the truth.--
Jeff Goldblum, Jurassic Park II
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