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lol.........
just in case-
Namaste means- "I am your servant" or I bow to you in mutual respect. Mutual being the key element. It is not a word of surrender. Many times on fact, in the martial arts, the namaste is used by the victor in an effort to bring the defeated some saved honor.
I used that word in the spirit of - "what you say, or share, is soo true I am an obedient servant to it's meaning. Our shared belief empowers us as one in thought"
It is the second highest form of respectful gesture in Eastern philosphy. The highest, and more formal gesture being Namaske. But, we are talking about fitness and "iron" after all
I'm guessing you got that Mreik, but others may not have......
and-- it carried so much more juice without explanation.... hahaha
People seem to have developed this habit of defending the obnoxious things I say lately. This disturbs me because it presses against the edge of my consciousness the notion that I am not polite. :bncry:
Also, for the record, I agree 100% with the spirit of the post, just found it really excessively dramatic. You have to admit everything after the first paragraph (which is wicked excellent, by the way, especially the pun) could, with just the tiniest bit of tweaking, be a transcript from an AA meeting.
'Course, I feel humans make every aspect of life a melodrama, and perceive almost everything as great comedy, so that's not saying much at all; to my mind this doesn't take away from the mission statement in the first paragraph, which is what everyone should take away and put somewhere safe, like in their chest cavity regions.
Also, for the record, I agree 100% with the spirit of the post, just found it really excessively dramatic. You have to admit everything after the first paragraph (which is wicked excellent, by the way, especially the pun) could, with just the tiniest bit of tweaking, be a transcript from an AA meeting.
'Course, I feel humans make every aspect of life a melodrama, and perceive almost everything as great comedy, so that's not saying much at all; to my mind this doesn't take away from the mission statement in the first paragraph, which is what everyone should take away and put somewhere safe, like in their chest cavity regions.
People that find it overdramatic most likely are people that don't have a passion for bodybuilding. There are only about a handful of serious BB'ers on this forum and I can see people that aren't in the BB'ing lifestyle not really being able to understand how great it is. It would kinda be like me reading an article on pro cycling or something like that. I wouldn't find that interesting at all however I wouldn't knock it either because at the end of the day, it's all about what get's you through the day and one step closer to your goal, whatever that may be.
To each his own.
To each his own.
This too, of course.
I woulda said strength training, though. Which obviously further validates your point, haha. But, it also involves the iron. Just not The Iron, for me.
And while I don't consider myself to have a passion for it, any more than most things in life, I would say I'm pretty intense about it, for the.. all of 3 months I've been doing it, haha. Do take a bit of issue to the fetishizing, though. Really not my cup of tea. For example I'm more impressed by that Lance Armstrong quote where he laid the proverbial (get it, pro verbial? hyuck yuck) smackdown on that other cyclist.. I'm sure stingo knows his name - I forget. I remember the associated quote pretty well word for word, though: 'Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside... If I quit, however, it lasts forever.'
For me a simple statement like that is much more motivating than something like the OP. Not because of the wording (though that has been my primary contention here and is certainly a factor), but rather because of the deeds. Anyone who knows a little about Lance's story should, I expect, find those words pretty hard to forget.
Along those lines, I don't think I'll ever forget Arnold's words re: "the pump", either. Ockham's razor, fo sho.
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very good!
I am fully aware that a lot of strength athletes/powerlifters don't have much respect for BBers.
I dated a BBer for 7 years so I pretty much know first hand how tough it is for them.
Regardless of what discipline a person pursues, you have to give them credit for giving it 100% of their effort. I think it's much better to respect all athletes.
Thing is though, i understand it totally and all the point it gets across. Its just a corny way, many of us brits would think it was over dramatic
Trust.Your right and being a BB'er myself, I know the somewhat tension there is between power lifters and BB'ers but I think that tension has dissipated over the last 10 years and everyone is now in it together. I made a good friend at my gym who is a power lifter and we both have learned a lot from each other.
Not only should we all respect all athletes, but we should respect any human being who finds their passion in life and actually has the will and drive to run with it.
I think that once anyone does find their passion and has the will and drive to pursue it, they do have this respect for others, regardless of discipline.
It's the pee-ons and mesquitos that are so bothersome. And typically we get riled up when attempting to pull a pee-on into the loop of passion.
But, so it goes eh.
really good thread.
When my anniversary date to fitness was drawing close, I gave back what the iron had given my aging body. It has given so much to me. I am speechless to even give it a price.
Its no theory. Its......something someone FEELS on the inside.
We are in deed "one"......together.
From the COL:
Its no theory. Its......something someone FEELS on the inside.
We are in deed "one"......together.
From the COL:
(Read the entire thing, before you say WTF?)
If there's one thing in my life that's missing......
It's the time I spend alone. Playing tribute to the inspiration of my goal: THE ONE.
And I never want to lose this inspiration......
Time for a cool change.......
I know that it's time.........for a cool change.......
Now that my life is so pre-arranged within this tribute......
Let me breathe this air.........
If there's one thing in my life that's missing
It's the time that I spend alone: Playing tribute to the inspiration of my goal.
Sailing on the cool and bright clear waters: Remembering my goal path.
It's kind of a special feeling.......
When you're out on the sea alone:
Remembering the many sacrifices, the depression, anguish, and pain.
These are my brothers. Let me breathe this air.........
Its time for a personal tribute to myself, as its the anniversary of:
The beginning.......and.....ending...
2morrow marks a personal anniversary, of when I started my life change.
So, I gave myself the best present in its tribute:
An 8 day mini boot camp.
I shut everything out (except work, and family of course), and setup a torture camp:
That included:
Intense endurance exercises/activities, "station based" weight training with "active rest", that was encircled with a special diet, each day, and will continue for the next two days.
This is "my own personal way", of thanking my body for the passed year of progress, and keeping a middle aged man "ripped and equipped" to friggen ROCK_DOWN! It hasn't let me down. I repay what has been given.
Even with all the new additions (3X per day fitness sessions). Even with the intensity increasing 10X times above the norm. Even with exercise frequency and volume increasing 2X times, I never got sore or tired. It just roared and said give me more. ........Call me crazy!.....But i "aint" lazy.....baby! SHUT UP.....and tolerate.....
For this, I thank you (my body).
I thank Diet and Fitness for that. I thank that it told me, it was the intelligent path chosen; therefore, I give back to THE ONE that taught me best.
Many people reward themselves with food (and the alike for a job well done), I reward my goal, my body, and the very core reason I am doing this.
One Life.
One Body.
And, I am at One in rewarding this core of this truth.
My passion cries. My adversity dies. This is the prize in my eyes.
Bad food lasts for a few moments, a healthy and good looking body you can carry with you everywhere you may go, and no one can take away from you.
I b@tch slap my mouth trap and do not feed it crap.
My whining body can take a nap.
I don't want to hear its flap crap.
I am da' boss.
No amount of bad food tastes as good as feeling and looking great feels.
I take this one and only, healthy body, I have "earned" with me everywhere I go, and no amount of momentary taste deception of feeling good can replace this feeling.
So, I play tribute this anniversary.
I give due to the rewards I have received, and will receive another reward out of the gift of this giving.
No greater prize in my eyes.
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Awww. Mocking you doesn't mean I don't love you. :luxlove:
****, I wake up in the morning and start in on myself before I've even made it to the bathroom (just down the hall) to brush my teeth.
I'd like to say I agree with i_love 100%, but the truth is only about 95%. The other 5% is for those who look like monsters but can't, say, pick a can of peas up off a shelf and look good doing it, or defend themselves against a small child with a fork. I think that's pretty dumb.
I honestly can't help it, though. Y'know, virtute enim ipsa non tam multi praediti esse quam videri volunt. Which is not to say I don't respect anyone with any passion whatsoever who follows through on it more than I do most people (who don't chase their dreams). I'm just saying, and I'm sure this argument is really old with you guys but, it's hard to defend a pursuit that emphasizes looking strong over being strong (also think it's hard to defend a pursuit that emphasizes being strong over not carrying what I would consider wildly excessive fat mass and/or horrible eating habits - in the case of the powerlifters), sometimes at the expense of good health and functionality.
Going back to my earlier example, the difference between Henry Rollins and Lance Armstrong is I think a significant one: Henry's primary pursuit is rocking (and don't get me wrong, I have a great deal of respect for it); Lance's primary pursuit is cycling . And while Ronnie Coleman, to introduce another, is pretty much a prize heifer and sort of gross imo, I also find "Light weight, baby, yeah light weight. Hoooooooh! OHHHHH. YEAH, GOTTA GET IT. HOOH. Oh! Wooooh. Yeah, light weight. Gotta get it. Baby. Ooh..." more motivating than the OP because of who Ronnie is. But also because it's concise and not.. whiny-preachy, as before.
****, I wake up in the morning and start in on myself before I've even made it to the bathroom (just down the hall) to brush my teeth.
I'd like to say I agree with i_love 100%, but the truth is only about 95%. The other 5% is for those who look like monsters but can't, say, pick a can of peas up off a shelf and look good doing it, or defend themselves against a small child with a fork. I think that's pretty dumb.
I honestly can't help it, though. Y'know, virtute enim ipsa non tam multi praediti esse quam videri volunt. Which is not to say I don't respect anyone with any passion whatsoever who follows through on it more than I do most people (who don't chase their dreams). I'm just saying, and I'm sure this argument is really old with you guys but, it's hard to defend a pursuit that emphasizes looking strong over being strong (also think it's hard to defend a pursuit that emphasizes being strong over not carrying what I would consider wildly excessive fat mass and/or horrible eating habits - in the case of the powerlifters), sometimes at the expense of good health and functionality.
Going back to my earlier example, the difference between Henry Rollins and Lance Armstrong is I think a significant one: Henry's primary pursuit is rocking (and don't get me wrong, I have a great deal of respect for it); Lance's primary pursuit is cycling . And while Ronnie Coleman, to introduce another, is pretty much a prize heifer and sort of gross imo, I also find "Light weight, baby, yeah light weight. Hoooooooh! OHHHHH. YEAH, GOTTA GET IT. HOOH. Oh! Wooooh. Yeah, light weight. Gotta get it. Baby. Ooh..." more motivating than the OP because of who Ronnie is. But also because it's concise and not.. whiny-preachy, as before.
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Beautifully said, LV.
Oh no, please don’t go down the ‘functional strength’ route, that’s probably the most commonly used excuse for being weak. Strength is strength, you don’t build a BBers body by lifting pink DB’s.
So Ronnie Coleman is a prize heifer? Can’t defend himself against a small child with a fork?
There must be someway of convincing Coleman to take part in a cage fight against you + fork
Anyway, I loved that first post, I was also the skinny bullied kid at school and it’s great to see someone come out the other end stronger mentally and physically for it and using the experience to push him to find his passion in life
Overdramatic? Maybe; but maybe it only seems that way as you’ve never found anything to get that passionate about. Hopefully one day you will and you’ll be able to relate to this
... huh? Do not comprehend, unless you're equating being "small" (by bodybuilding standards, anyway) but powerful to being weak. Have you watched the Olympics in the last 80 years or so?
Yeah, if we're talking about the elites, who have to be strong to get that big, sure. But if we're talking about the average juicer gym rat, uh, yes, they do, at least as far as I can tell, because from what I've seen most of them can't lift what I can (other than on the bench, of course
), and what I can lift is still less than a little (5'5", 130 lb) girl. Obviously, this is not me bragging about it. =PSetting that aside, a BBers body is also often sporting a relatively (for an athlete, mind you) ****ty power:mass ratio, aerobically untrained, and proportionally retarded.
Well, I mean consider what his passion is. Eating lots to get big and shiny and be producin' some sweet juice; showing it off; winning prizes for it. As before, whatever floats a brother's boat, I'm just sayin', you can't really argue the analogue. Apart from the fact that cows don't know how to do bicep curls, I mean. And if the hit documentary Soylent Green is to believed, 50 years from now, they'll be making steaks out of him after he's done being milked, too.
Can’t defend himself against a small child with a fork?
If you do, I'm more than willing to bet my life I would win, as long as I had any implement capable of puncturing his skin (pretty much anything sharp, as it doesn't take much PSI at all to puncture human skin <3). Which is, admittedly, a pretty serious advantage given the nature of the contest, but considering the fact that his training age is roughly 50x mine and well, the veritable cornucopia of drugs he's taking that I am not, I'm pretty confident that it's not him my having just a fork would be unfair to. Then again, I am not in actuality a small child, as originally proposed, so. Not in the physiological sense, that is.
I'm passionate about plenty of things: the love of a good woman, an appreciation for rhetoric, the mastery of an applied science to the end of immortality, recreational carpentry, eating cheese - the list goes on! I'm just not particularly passionate about being limited by a pursuit the successful realization of which must be possessing a level of athleticism roughly equivalent to that of the Stay-Puft marshmallow man, is all. Doesn't take away from it at all.
The only point I'm trying to make through what I'm sure seems like an argument or insult to some of you, is that it's not really for me, which is most of why I don't get. Just not all of why I don't get it. Due to it being what I would consider objectively silly, given a congruous subscription to relevant ideological constructs - which is of course not at all the case for the overwhelming majority of people, and what I believe classifies my position on this matter as something most people call an opinion, but afaict is in fact me being right and them being wrong.