the_PL_man
2007-07-06, 10:07
Refuse and Resist
By Dave Tate
For www.EliteFTS.com
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I will not be like the “others.”
I came into work today just like any other day over the past month—with too much to do and not enough time to do it. However, I get the most important shit done and that’s all that matters. I made my way into Jim’s office, and he said, “Not training again today.” Maybe he noticed I was wearing my “good” T-shirt and sweatpants and took this as a clue.
It took me about two seconds to tell him, “Nope, just not my thing right now.” He then said that this “was” my thing. I had to think for a minute but then got what he was saying. This is the problem when you talk to someone with an IQ of a zillon.5. You have to stop and think sometimes because much it meant when little is said. What he was saying was that I don’t know how to “workout” and may never have “worked out” in my life. What I do is “train,” and there is a difference.
I’m writing this because most of those who read this site “train.” They don’t “workout.” We who “train” are not like the “others” who just go to the gym and do their thing. Our rules are pretty damn simple, and we always manage to get the job done better than the “others.”
We design our programs on torn off pieces of cardboard that we find in the back of the gym. We know that the golden rule to success is busting our asses into the ground. We make training such a high priority that life becomes scheduled around it. We understand that weak points are developed from NOT doing the shit we don’t like to do so we do it.
We love it when the set gets hard and the weight gets heavy. We don’t watch the clock. We are done when we get done.
We understand that this shit is supposed to be hard and the road will not be easy, and we figure so be it.
We may read all the training science and logic, but we always resort back to the same damn thing that has always worked—busting our asses. Pain is measured by lack of progress, not injuries.
We think about training when we get up in the morning and when we go to bed at night. We love the sound of another plate being slapped on the bar or the thud of dumbbells hitting the ground.
The gym is our place to do what we do, not wish about what we could be.
We know when to turn it on and when...to turn it off.
I’m in one of the “off” phases, and unless I’m going to go in the gym and bust my ass 100 percent, I’m not going. To me, it’s freaking pointless. I would rather give 100 percent to something else at this time then give 50 percent in the gym.
I refuse to give 50 percent in the gym because this is what “others” do, and I fucking refuse to be like that ever!
I had to give up many things in my training over the years, but I won’t give up busting my ass and be like every other lazy ass person who goes in the gym and gives a half ass effort. Worse yet, because I’m in the industry and make my living in the industry, I refuse to live a lie and train like a half piece of shit. You can quote me on this one. The day that I can no longer “train” and bust my ass in the gym with passion will be the same day that I’ll remove myself from this industry.
Training to me deserves respect, not half ass efforts. I train not so much for the process as I do for the result. I’ll do what I have to do to get the results I’m looking for. If it means I have to train four hours a day, so be it. If it means I have to train every day of the week, so be it. If it means whatever, then so be it. I will do what I have to do when I have to do it. This is training to me. Training is about busting your ass for something that others avoid because the road is too hard. Working out is an activity, a verb. Training is more than a verb. It’s a way of life.
To give my training the respect it deserves, I recharge. I’ll return when I feel ready to go all out. To me, working out is not an option. This is what “others” do, and I will resist this with all I have.
I train and train my ass off because this is what I do. This is the life I chose and the decision I made. I’m not in this to be like “others.” I’m in this to push myself to places I’ve never been before, to push the edge. I’ll never get to see what is over the edge by “working out.” I’ll never find what I seek by the number of “workouts” I get in or how long I can do cardio for. I’ll never be satisfied with the same results anyone else can get. I’m not the guy to show you how to “workout.” I’m not the one who can help you take the first step. I’m not the one to motivate you to begin.
I could care less about this.
Hell, I haven’t trained people in years. I post this log so you can see what it takes for me to get the results I do (or not). I post this so you know you’re not alone in your passion. I know what it is like to be surrounded by “others.” I know what it feels like when everyone is on your ass about “what you do.” I know what it feels like when NO ONE understands. I know how it feels to think life is what happens in the gym and everything else is just intermission. Trust me. I know. We’re not alone in our passion even though it seems so. So for the other two people out there—know that I’m with you.
I train because it’s what keeps me from being like the rest. Training is my way to not be like the “others.” I’m not writing this to try and change the world but so the world doesn’t change me. It’s that simple.
Okay, I just made a huge post in an attempt to make an excuse for not training. But I’ve never hidden the fact that I have two speeds—blast and dust. That’s it and that’s the way I am. In time’ you’ll see me blasting again, just not yet.
By Dave Tate
For www.EliteFTS.com
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I will not be like the “others.”
I came into work today just like any other day over the past month—with too much to do and not enough time to do it. However, I get the most important shit done and that’s all that matters. I made my way into Jim’s office, and he said, “Not training again today.” Maybe he noticed I was wearing my “good” T-shirt and sweatpants and took this as a clue.
It took me about two seconds to tell him, “Nope, just not my thing right now.” He then said that this “was” my thing. I had to think for a minute but then got what he was saying. This is the problem when you talk to someone with an IQ of a zillon.5. You have to stop and think sometimes because much it meant when little is said. What he was saying was that I don’t know how to “workout” and may never have “worked out” in my life. What I do is “train,” and there is a difference.
I’m writing this because most of those who read this site “train.” They don’t “workout.” We who “train” are not like the “others” who just go to the gym and do their thing. Our rules are pretty damn simple, and we always manage to get the job done better than the “others.”
We design our programs on torn off pieces of cardboard that we find in the back of the gym. We know that the golden rule to success is busting our asses into the ground. We make training such a high priority that life becomes scheduled around it. We understand that weak points are developed from NOT doing the shit we don’t like to do so we do it.
We love it when the set gets hard and the weight gets heavy. We don’t watch the clock. We are done when we get done.
We understand that this shit is supposed to be hard and the road will not be easy, and we figure so be it.
We may read all the training science and logic, but we always resort back to the same damn thing that has always worked—busting our asses. Pain is measured by lack of progress, not injuries.
We think about training when we get up in the morning and when we go to bed at night. We love the sound of another plate being slapped on the bar or the thud of dumbbells hitting the ground.
The gym is our place to do what we do, not wish about what we could be.
We know when to turn it on and when...to turn it off.
I’m in one of the “off” phases, and unless I’m going to go in the gym and bust my ass 100 percent, I’m not going. To me, it’s freaking pointless. I would rather give 100 percent to something else at this time then give 50 percent in the gym.
I refuse to give 50 percent in the gym because this is what “others” do, and I fucking refuse to be like that ever!
I had to give up many things in my training over the years, but I won’t give up busting my ass and be like every other lazy ass person who goes in the gym and gives a half ass effort. Worse yet, because I’m in the industry and make my living in the industry, I refuse to live a lie and train like a half piece of shit. You can quote me on this one. The day that I can no longer “train” and bust my ass in the gym with passion will be the same day that I’ll remove myself from this industry.
Training to me deserves respect, not half ass efforts. I train not so much for the process as I do for the result. I’ll do what I have to do to get the results I’m looking for. If it means I have to train four hours a day, so be it. If it means I have to train every day of the week, so be it. If it means whatever, then so be it. I will do what I have to do when I have to do it. This is training to me. Training is about busting your ass for something that others avoid because the road is too hard. Working out is an activity, a verb. Training is more than a verb. It’s a way of life.
To give my training the respect it deserves, I recharge. I’ll return when I feel ready to go all out. To me, working out is not an option. This is what “others” do, and I will resist this with all I have.
I train and train my ass off because this is what I do. This is the life I chose and the decision I made. I’m not in this to be like “others.” I’m in this to push myself to places I’ve never been before, to push the edge. I’ll never get to see what is over the edge by “working out.” I’ll never find what I seek by the number of “workouts” I get in or how long I can do cardio for. I’ll never be satisfied with the same results anyone else can get. I’m not the guy to show you how to “workout.” I’m not the one who can help you take the first step. I’m not the one to motivate you to begin.
I could care less about this.
Hell, I haven’t trained people in years. I post this log so you can see what it takes for me to get the results I do (or not). I post this so you know you’re not alone in your passion. I know what it is like to be surrounded by “others.” I know what it feels like when everyone is on your ass about “what you do.” I know what it feels like when NO ONE understands. I know how it feels to think life is what happens in the gym and everything else is just intermission. Trust me. I know. We’re not alone in our passion even though it seems so. So for the other two people out there—know that I’m with you.
I train because it’s what keeps me from being like the rest. Training is my way to not be like the “others.” I’m not writing this to try and change the world but so the world doesn’t change me. It’s that simple.
Okay, I just made a huge post in an attempt to make an excuse for not training. But I’ve never hidden the fact that I have two speeds—blast and dust. That’s it and that’s the way I am. In time’ you’ll see me blasting again, just not yet.