TheBlackDahlia’s BodyBlog

The music hits and Everything Goes Black.

Not literally of course, that is just the first track I listen to out of the ten filthy, brutal, Black Dahlia Murder songs that guide me through my workout. Two weeks ago I was moping around my apartment, talking to one of my best friends who strangely enough I met on a paintball forum years ago. When I first met Andy, he was a scrawny kid with a stomach issue that kept him bound to his house. Today Andy has become one of my biggest influences ever. Quite frankly, he has become a stud. He began lifting over a year and a half ago, and has always pressured me to do it too. I always just told him no, I don’t need to. Lately I have been feeling down about my looks, as I should. He finally snapped and did everything he could to get my ass to the gym. A 100 miles from me down in Marion, he did everything. Show me vids, get on cam and show me examples of exercises, give me literature to read, ask his trainer, ANYTHING. On Monday I finally gave in, and in the evening I went to the gym. My biggest fear was deadlifting, and which was keeping me from the gym. Actually, the whole thought of doing things I have never done before and lookig like a fool kept me out of the gym. But tonight was different, I was fedup. I met my friend there and just knocked everything one after another. Finally it came time to deadlift. Did it no sweat. Didn’t look dumb, no one laughed or anything. After that, the rest of the week was on. It became something that got me through my day. On Saturday I was wishing it was Monday so I could get a jump on my back. Today my legs feel like they’re exploding, something I haven’t felt since I started Taekwondo. Even as I sit here and write this, I’m getting pumped at the thought of just throwing on the old mp3 player and seeing how much weight I could do. When I get back for winter break in mid December I want my family at Taekwondo to compliment, and I want to be able to preform like never before. In Gracie Jiu Jitsu, I want to be able to push myself further than ever before. I want to make that one escape that can wow the person I’m grappling with. I want to hit that one explosive move just like my favorite pros do that make you scratch your head. And more importantly, I want something I can be proud of for once: my body.

I thank everyone who has gotten me to this point. Many of the people on The Misc, and of course the biggest influence yet, my friend Andy. You all helped me get there, now I have to keep it up!