In my mind, I whine after every workout, thinking how devastating that particular workout was, how completely my affected body parts are, and how I hate doing this shit.
Then I’ll look in the mirror and remember why I do it. It’s not fun. It’s not easy. I don’t enjoy it. It’s a means to an end. To look the way I look, I have to put in the effort. To feel the way I feel requires the consistency and dedication I give. It’s not just surface physical, not just vanity. It’s about healthy living, healthy emotions, healthy libido. Believe me when I say it’s worth it. I have yet to meet a lady that would disagree.
This was a legs workout. After my last legs workout where I literally collapsed on the floor for a few minutes, one would think I would learn to take it easy. Instead, I increased the weight by ten pounds on each exercise. You might think I’m stupid. I’m not. I’m stubborn. I’m motivated. I’m driven to push myself beyond my current limits. It’s the best way to live.
There is a move called Bulgarian Split Squats. I have no idea where that name came from. Maybe it derives from the word bulge, as it certainly has that impact on the quads. It makes them feel like they are going to keep bulging until they split out of the skin.
Regardless, the move is brutal.
Now imagine that doing with 30 lbs in each hand, and doing it 15 times per side, to start. Yeah, hurts just thinking about it doesn’t it?
Regardless, I made it through this workout. My legs were on fire, my body trembled violently. I maintained form. I maintained tempo. I maintained dignity. I not only succeeded, I felt great doing it.