Ulysse’s BodyBlog

I have a training partner for two months now. Since he just started weight training, I’m clearly stronger than him on every lift. Noneless, when I look at him train, I say to myself, this is the spirit, this is what I need to achieve if I want to reach my goals. His form is horrible on most of the lift, the weight on his bar is not enough for me to warm up properly, but he has a drive that must be admire.

Today, between the second last and the last set of his deadlift (our last exercise), he felt sick so he took five minute break between his set and threw up a little while trying to recover (disgusting, I know). I did my last set while I tought he was telling himself that this time he had taken it too far, but I was wrong. When I put down the bar after my last rep, he told me, "you did your set, now I’ll do mine". We put his weight on the bar and he did eleven reps of the ten he was suppose to do.

Look around you, there is always someone that has a lesson to teach you.

I like to win. No matter the stakes, I like to be on top.

In the training room, there’s a war going on. Every time you step in the gym, a new battle begins. It doesn’t matter how many peoples are in the gym or if you are alone, it just need to be you and the Iron and Iron isn’t the ennemy, it’s the faithful companion that accompanies you in your battle against yourself, against that part of you who would throw the towel to soon. This is why I love strength training; every time you enter the gym, you have an opportunity to win a new battle, of the most important kind of all, a battle against yourself.

I’m not the strongest men out there (nor am I the weakest), but tonight I won my battle and I feel like I’m on top of the world. I’m looking forward for my next victory!

Lately motivation have been up and down. It’s not that I don’t train regularly, that I skip training or that I goof when I’m suppose to lift weight. It’s only that I miss that determination that makes you complete that impossible one last rep, that makes you lift the iron even when all the cells in you body are telling you to let go…

Where, or when, did I lost that determination that I had during the first year and a half of my training, I don’t know. Maybe it was during those nights when my youngest baby wasn’t sleeping, maybe it was when I started my new career that is so great but takes so much energy, maybe… but it isn’t important. What’s important is to fin that determination again and soon!