So I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately.
How tired I feel, how frustrated, how far I have left to go, is it even worth it?
I’ve had really bad training sessions and come close to hitting rock bottom in my motivation.
But I keep coming back.
I work 8.5 hours a day in a sawmill and I still hit the gym 4-5 times a week for my training sessions.
I have no gear besides straps and chalk, and I work out in walmart sweatshirts and Chucks. I love it. I love the weights, the iron. I love the sweat and the grind and the burn and that incomparable feeling of breaking a PR.
My first meet whetted my appetite for the sport, and left me hungrier than ever to compete. I love this sport and I want to give my all at it. I’ve never met a more welcoming and encouraging group of athletes in my life. I felt truly honoured to be welcomed into the sport.
But I still wonder sometimes if I have what it takes. I wonder if I have the determination to push my body to its limits, to keep a strict diet and discipline my sleep, training, and recreation. I am full of doubt.
So I’m making a promise to myself. My Christmas present to myself and my followers will be a 500 lb deadlift.
To me, the 500 lb deadlift is an almost mythological lift. When I first started, it seemed impossible, and Eddie Hall’s world records godlike. But now I’m closer than ever to the 500 mark, and I’m starting to think that I can do this. I’m starting to believe.
So if I can do this, if I can make this happen, then I will truly believe that I can be a strongman. That I have what it takes. Because no matter what I hear, no matter what encouragement I receive, I still doubt. This will be my quest to purge that doubt.
Thanks for following, all of you. Your support means the world to me.