Me Vs. Gravity, or Navel Gazing AGAIN
Someone on one of my forums posted about why he lifts weights. It's a deep and personal thing, though not so deep and personal that he couldn't avoid posting it on a public forum. /shrug
Regardless, it got me thinking about why I train. I doubt my reasons are particularly impressive to anyone, but I'll leave them for you under the cut. Someplace where I can remember.
I don't have access to a gym, myself. I have access to Planet Fitness, but they've outlawed certain lifts there, so the way I see it, I don't have access to a gym - just an air-conditioned place that has machines and curlbros. And my life, for the past month or so, has been doing its damnedest to come apart at the seams.
It's a relatively simple thing compared to other people's lives. Unlike others, I don't believe enough in myself to foster deep relationships with members of the opposite sex, so there's one less complication. I serve at my church, work at my job, play the voice of reason for my crazy friends, and generally comport myself in a very quiet manner.
That doesn't make it easy, though. I lost my job, and my life is a lonely one sometimes, painful to the point that it drives me crazy. I never really lash out about it, never really make any fuss beyond passive aggressive livejournaling - I just bury it down deep, and something about the way I do it makes it stay buried.
I'm at the point where I'm not overweight anymore. I'm actually at what is considered a medically acceptable weight. Most of my friends aren't - I'm stronger than the little ones, leaner than the big ones. And they usually ask me why I keep on doing my calisthenics - haven't I got what I wanted yet?
And my answer is no, not really. I have two reasons why I punch gravity in the jumblies:
1) It gives me something I can control. I am a soul having an in-body experience. This is absolutely my territory, and no matter what happens to me, this is something that no employer, no government, no agency can take from me. If I, through will and discipline, can control this sack of chemicals - beat my body and make it my slave - then there exists the chance that I can extend my will further. I can touch other aspects of my life that may not be exclusively mine, maybe exert some influence and make things better. There is hope in this.
2) One day, I'll have the guts to ask a girl out. It's not hard, really, I just lack initiative. But one day, I will, and hopefully she'll become my wife. And I realized, to my horror, that she will be punished with enduring me for the rest of my life. I figure, really, the least I can do for that poor, beautiful creature, is to give her something pretty to look at.
Why do I spend my days making gravity tap?
Because it's the only way I can see that leads me forward, no matter what.
Regardless, it got me thinking about why I train. I doubt my reasons are particularly impressive to anyone, but I'll leave them for you under the cut. Someplace where I can remember.
I don't have access to a gym, myself. I have access to Planet Fitness, but they've outlawed certain lifts there, so the way I see it, I don't have access to a gym - just an air-conditioned place that has machines and curlbros. And my life, for the past month or so, has been doing its damnedest to come apart at the seams.
It's a relatively simple thing compared to other people's lives. Unlike others, I don't believe enough in myself to foster deep relationships with members of the opposite sex, so there's one less complication. I serve at my church, work at my job, play the voice of reason for my crazy friends, and generally comport myself in a very quiet manner.
That doesn't make it easy, though. I lost my job, and my life is a lonely one sometimes, painful to the point that it drives me crazy. I never really lash out about it, never really make any fuss beyond passive aggressive livejournaling - I just bury it down deep, and something about the way I do it makes it stay buried.
I'm at the point where I'm not overweight anymore. I'm actually at what is considered a medically acceptable weight. Most of my friends aren't - I'm stronger than the little ones, leaner than the big ones. And they usually ask me why I keep on doing my calisthenics - haven't I got what I wanted yet?
And my answer is no, not really. I have two reasons why I punch gravity in the jumblies:
1) It gives me something I can control. I am a soul having an in-body experience. This is absolutely my territory, and no matter what happens to me, this is something that no employer, no government, no agency can take from me. If I, through will and discipline, can control this sack of chemicals - beat my body and make it my slave - then there exists the chance that I can extend my will further. I can touch other aspects of my life that may not be exclusively mine, maybe exert some influence and make things better. There is hope in this.
2) One day, I'll have the guts to ask a girl out. It's not hard, really, I just lack initiative. But one day, I will, and hopefully she'll become my wife. And I realized, to my horror, that she will be punished with enduring me for the rest of my life. I figure, really, the least I can do for that poor, beautiful creature, is to give her something pretty to look at.
Why do I spend my days making gravity tap?
Because it's the only way I can see that leads me forward, no matter what.