grems86’s BodyBlog

Today is the 14th of July 2007, just got home from work, not as fast pace and intense as it is usually, but i am tired none the less, i am looking forward to doing arms tonight, while eating some bread and cheese, to top up glycogen etc before i hit the weights, just came on the site, and i must say the people on here are totally amazing. Looking at the weights, and the lifting stats, as well as the ages of some of these people, well i should say nearly all, it is completely humbling. I cannot fathom lifting some of the weight, some of these guys push, even the women are strong, the people here just blow aging and restrictions right out the door way, there seems to be no limit to how hard and how far people on here are willing to go. wow. i am truly humbled. I would just like to say to all those that read this blog, that your hard work, lofty goals, and amazing accomplishments are an inspiration to me, and i am sure to many others. Summum Atingitur Nitendo - to top is reached by striving( motto of my old high school)

Some times i sit and i wonder, really, have i totally and completely lost my mind and all equanimity, when i ponder truly on what body building entails, or rather physical fitness as a whole. Essentially this is a process where you, risk injury and depending on the weight and exercise being performed, disability and death. You then proceed to do this on a daily basis, with a "hope" in mind, you get up the following morning in total and complete pain, you eat the most dry and tasteless food for the duration of the day in question, you then proceed to inflict further pain on yourself. This is all done with the hope,mentioned earlier, that eventually… you will be able to….then i stop. What exactly is my intention, how can i justify this seemingly masochistic behavior, then i begin to think, with every pass within my mind my thought process deepens, until i reach the crux of the matter. What i am searching for, is freedom, i want to be able to do what ever i want with my body, i want to look at some thing…and obstacle whether it be a wall, a 200 pound stone or a 20 mile run, and say to myself, i can do that….and just do it. This is the reason behind my senseless and relentless training, the endless pursuit of freedom, freedom of body, freedom of physical expression, and undoubtedly vicariously gaining freedom from physical ailment. This in my mind is worth the blood, the sweat and tears. The beautiful thought of FREEDOM. I believe that all who would dedicate themselves to this lifestyle also have this very same ideal in mind, although they may have never thought of it. So lets continue to strive, freedom seekers.

Some times i wonder if i am an alien or something. I don’t know how many ppl out there experience this, but i cannot stand the smell of fast food, i think it smells totally disgusting, and it tastes even worse, usually makes me sick. But any way onto the main point. When i am at work, most everyday the ppl i work with eat fast food and a lot of snacks throughout the day, like m&m’s and chocolate bars and more or less every thing that come their way. I usually eat granola for a snack, some soy milk, fruits or something, depending on how i feel the day. What i really want to know is, is that so strange?. Am i the only one who thinks fruits taste good, what is so nasty about granola?, How badly does normal food taste ( rice,lentils,chicken ground provisions etc.), when they see me eating, which to me is totally normal food, as a matter of fact i would consider it the only type of "food" in a sense, they look at me as if i just landed in a silver shining saucer, with antennae, green skinny legs, six arms and a head 4 feet tall with 12 pairs of eyes. So i am wondering, am i an alien or something??

As was stated on the profile page, i have always been an extremely hyperactive child, could not stop running and jumping and kicking people and stuff. But the way i really started lifting consistently was because of my father. i would always life things, ever so often, to test my strength i suppose, i knew nothing about weight training at the time. One day my father came home and caught me curling some bricks that i put on an old piece of metal that was laying about, he saw me doing this for about a week or so, i recall him telling me that i was going to injure myself, but i still did not stop. So the for my next birthday, came home and i saw a barbell and some weight . Soon after that he built a bench for me and bought some dumbbells and a dumbbell rack for Christmas. That was it, i started working soon after, and i bought more weight, i have been at it ever since.

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